(Source: striving--for--perfection)
“Tell me, Dr. Val, what’s your diagnonsense?”
(Source: 1963mercurycomet)
(Source: nightmaresandblackholes)
dear tumblers:
i’m so afraid that i will never be able to trust anyone again. i feel like i’m damaged goods, the girl with baggage..
but i met a boy this weekend.
i don’t know what will come of it, but his smile makes me smile.
:)