(Source: vivimaria, via dancewiththegypsies)
the mountain goats are like a warm encompassing pair of arms that just wrap you up gently like a child
(via trugazi)
I’ve never felt so alone. And worthless. And awful. And pathetic. I’m just whiny and sad. I haven’t stop crying since 5pm. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Why can’t I just start this week over? Why don’t I have anyone who cares even a little bit?