You told me you couldn’t believe in somebody who didn’t believe in you. I believed in you. I always believed in you. You just didn’t believe in me. I love you… always. Pretty in Pink (1986)


yes: i am a dreamer; a slow folk mix for dreaming and lying in bed

”Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

And it’s sad to know my only two real friends live in ANOTHER STATE.


She is obsessed with the fact i have no friends even when “i do” have some “friends” i just don’t like to pretend i WANT TO SEE THEM? i don’t enjoy being with this people actually i prefer to be alone WHY THAT IS JUST A BIG SIN FOR HER? or for everyone tbh. 

“September 22. Nothing.”
— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923 (via rabbittongue)

I think i’m a sociopath and if i’m not yet, i’m really fucking close.

It would be nice from my mother to understand that at my age i’m not looking forward to make friends as i used to anymore. I prefer to focus on my academic/labor future than wasting my time meeting average people that annoy the shit out of me.

*what my mom actually told me two seconds ago when i told her i have to sign in for college next month*

"PLEASE PLEASE make some friends"