"And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."

The Chaos of Stars (via a-placetocrash)

(Source: thereasonsiwakeupinthemorning)




I feel as fucking useless as a white fucking crayon

image u just gotta find someone who prefers black paper my friend

that was the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read