Your personality is not finalized. You think a cigarette when you’re stressed is the best thing in the world, but it’s just a habit. Thirty days without it and you’d be fine. You also think you have a soul mate, but you could have had any person in the world. Your memories would be different, but…
You know what I love? The beach at night. The air is no longer thick with humidity, but refreshingly warm and breezy; with the smell of the salty air consuming you, brushing over your skin. It’s quiet, except for the crashing of the waves and the swirling of the water as it recedes from the shoreline. The sand feels cold and damp as your feet sink into it with every step. You feel free, like you can do anything. Like you can get up and run away with no worries. But you also feel so small. With the array of stars overhead and the vast ocean before you, you feel like you’re only a grain of sand in the world. It’s comforting, though; you feel so safe here, like this is home. The beach is home.
(Source: a-southern-peach, via sundressesandtanlines)
"A loyal freak is the best person to be with…"
(Source: quotediary.me, via hitblunts-notbitches)
The Game of Life.
oh my god
what an interesting way to look at things.
lifes a gamble
and death always wins
because death has nothing to lose
Or maybe because Death’s a cheating whore look at that fuck hiding cards under his bony ass