(Source: bakedgoodz)
As horrible as train stations can be, I find something symbolically beautiful about them…
Lies, they just slip out these days…
I wish I knew what I was doing…
Night is the time of contemplating everything…
Why when I’m alone all I can do is think… and nothing coming to mind is good
We can’t stay the same person forever, we grow, but what if you grow in something horrible? how do you ungrow? how do you become someone you used to be…
