I’ve realized that no matter how cynical I may be, no matter how much I’ve hated humanity. Dr Who has given me faith that there are great people out there, and it’s taught me to learn how to be the best of humanity.
So today I woke up with this huge kink in my neck and I figured it was just because I slept funny. It kept getting worse throughout the day and I can barely move my neck to the side anymore. Driving was a really bad idea. I’m starting to think it’s because of stress, my dad thinks so too, because this has happened to him. But really though? I’m 21 and I’m stressed about everything. I’m stressed about the money I’m not making, the internships I should take, how I want to go to London in the Spring and my parent’s want to have nothing to do with it, how I have really no idea what I want to do with my life, how I just want to go on tour even though I will never be able to write enough songs to not play covers and how I like playing covers more than my own songs, because heaven forbid I should write a happy song. Life is stressful, and I’m only 21. There’s something seriously wrong with that.
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them.”—Anaïs Nin (via kari-shma)
“Word magic. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am lovable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world.”—Franny Billingsley; Chime (via quote-book)
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”—Haldir (via fuckyeahlordoftherings)