Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. - Mark Twain

"That was my scene, that’s where I belonged. That’s who I belonged with. That’s what happiness felt like."



i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry


  same    dylan    fave  


do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing



It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot