With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
(via patron-saint-of-nothing)
With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
(via patron-saint-of-nothing)
so excited for this weekend
going to leeds tomorrow to get drunk
then slam dunk & afterparty on saturday
gonna be so good :)
this is what i’m going to spend my time doing now i’m home from uni
i want to be a skinny person