Stephen King, “Joyland” (via anditslove)kushandwizdom)
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
when you hear someone mention something youre obsessed with
mom: dinners ready
growing up sucks because you realize $1000 isn’t a lot of money
i can only handle so much socializing until i get tired and start getting irritated towards everyone and want to go home and sleep or lock myself in my room and go on the computer