i haven’t seen arctic monkeys in a month and i feel sick
Had the roughest 3 weeks of my life….
i’ve had be safe by the cribs on repeat for weeks now
She felt a nausea of the soul, a hideous and sickening despair, a melancholy weariness so profound she was going to die of it. Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.
The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman (via increasedentropy)