me: ok i’ll study at 8:00
me: *pretends i didn’t see*
Resting your head on the bus window, despite the vibrations causing mild concussion
I feel so shut out, I’m always homesick. But when I get home. I find it’s something else I’m longing for.
Ingmar Bergman, Autumn Sonata (via ecouri)
The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
Beau Taplin || the hours between. (via hefuckin)