Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
People subconsciously pick up information about the world around us, leading us to seemingly sense or know information without knowing exactly how or why we know it.
— (via psych-facts)
the fuckING PENCIL SHARPENER ONE
BRILLIANT THANK YOU
Some faith in humainty restored.
via Peak Inside My Mind.