Being published in an online literary magazine. Maybe my dreams of being a writer aren’t all that far-fetched. 


Cried hysterically by myself while i watched this. Absolutely beautiful.

In the past year I’ve gone from a raging, self loathing, irresponsible druggie to a sober, responsible, and hopeful adult. Maybe I just needed a change of scenery. 

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via rhetoriques)