Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am."
— unknown (via kushandwizdom)
— Paulo Coelho (via kushandwizdom)
— John green (via kushandwizdom)
why do so many people despise musicals with such a fiery passion
what are you afraid of?? joy???
The pride in his eyes in that last cap