I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that’s why it’s a sin. Because you’re beating God at his own game.
Pete Wentz (via tat-art)
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)
isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time
