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seize the night

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Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
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mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss 
The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!
Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.
Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.
I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss

The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!

Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.

Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.

I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

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Arctic Monkeys
I Wanna Be Yours

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The Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna Be Yours

Secrets I have held in my heart, 
Are harder to hide than I thought, 
Maybe I just wanna be yours.
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.

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For a long time, you told me to stop getting so wound up over the little things, to stop dipping into misery, and even to stop being such a psycho.

And for a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me.

You made me feel like I wasn’t normal.

That I can’t be loved because I’m too emotional and sensitive and, apparently, psychotic.

But that’s not it.

The truth is, you should have accepted me for all that I was, even my stubbornness and stropping and, yes, okay, maybe I took things to heart too much. But that is all a part of me. A big part, perhaps, but then that’s even worse.

You should have been the one to make things better. To lift me up. To change my moods.

But you never did. Instead, you brought me down.

And the moral of this tragic little story is, one day, I will find somebody who makes me better. And I will be so happy and it will be fantastic. And you will wonder how it happened.

And I’ll tell you. Maybe it wasn’t my moods.

Maybe it was just you. You never understood me at all.

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Last night, I saw a shooting star at the Happiest Place on the World.
I saw another one on the drive home
Oddly enough, I couldn’t figure what to wish for
because I’m at this place in my life, in this world
where I’m beginning to open up my eyes to the
reality of it all. What are wishes come true?
Do they ever come true at all? It’s cynicism talking through.
I made a wish anyway, and another..
There’s always hope out there,
even in the stars.

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I’ve realized I’m the saddest/crankiest when I’ve been home for too long. But I do love my sister, and I love my family, I just can’t stand this repetitive lifestyle.