December 2010
7 posts
I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad...
sometimes
whenskiesaregrey:
i wish i wasn’t me and that i was completely different. i was a different height, weight, shape, i had a different hair, skin, eye colour. i had a different sense of humour, different taste in music. i didn’t love the same people, i had a different family, i enjoyed different things. that i was just… different.
i imagine completely starting over, leaving everyone and...
“Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything...”
– Emily Giffin (via runawaytrain)