When everything's gone, anything goes. ☮

seventeen years old, canada
addicted to weed, sleeping and Troy :)

“My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.” - Jack Kerouac

May 31

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via selfinspiration)

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May 30

with the exception of one

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May 29

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“Her mind,numbed and shrouded, wandered in imagination in that underworld of waters where the pearls stuck in clusters to white sprays,where in the green light a change came over one’s entire mind and one’s body shone half transparent.” Virginia Woolf,To The Lighthouse (via theoddestwinter)

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When everything's gone, anything goes. ☮

seventeen years old, canada addicted to weed, sleeping and Troy :) “My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.” - Jack Kerouac

seventeen years old, canada
addicted to weed, sleeping and Troy :)

“My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.” - Jack Kerouac