I want to read a book called “How To Fucking Sleep When Your Mind Can’t Relax.”
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the city will bleed another thing. phosphorous juices and prosperous fuses. to light up the night. to drink fuck and fight and write it all down like psalms.
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I want to read a book called “How To Fucking Sleep When Your Mind Can’t Relax.”
trying to focus on the bright side. it’s so hard to keep myself from relentlessly over analyzing the potential negative stuff that could surface in the next week. all i want to do is work hard, keep calm, and work on myself. i don’t want to be bombarded by other people’s friends and things when i have a good thing going where i live right now. i need to stand up for myself and just tell it like it is and be honest about my fears. i keep trying to concentrate on the good stuff, but my mind keeps lingering to all of the mishap… it’s 1:30 and i need to be up in 3.5 hours to ready myself for class. breath. breath. go to sleep.
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or read All the Pretty Horses.
Cinco De Marcho!