unclefather:

mom: are you high?

me: image

snatchedweaves:

walking downstairs in the middle of the night after blogging

image

Mom: “Why are you awake?

image

"And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via grillfriend)

(Source: cwakawaka, via mysticxmoon)