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I don’t understand myself and nobody will too.
I handle my emotions pretty well this days and I don’t want to be judge.
I can’t help it and I feel sorry for myself because I can’t stop it.
But honestly, I have never been happier. I’m weird and I’m not proud of it.
If I could bottle that feeling and cast it into the deep abyss, I would, a thousand times over. Because stumbling upon the bitter truth reminds us all that the heart is only practical when it’s breakable.