I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone I long for that feeling to not feel at all The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim
“I rent my apartment in Brooklyn, but I don’t have a home. My parents are still my home. I am part of a vast generation of people who live perpetually as if they have just graduated from college. I am thirty-eight years old. I wear a backpack and have no savings. I console myself with the thought that people live longer nowadays so it makes sense that some of us take longer to mature.”—Jonathan Ames (via riversofgold)
“In mirrors she sees herself in fragments. She throws out clothes and make-up, sells jewellery, furniture, anything to change. Everything must start again, a different way.”—Young Hearts, Dan Stephensen
