“Let July be July
Let August be August”
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
(via lastbliss)
And I still hope that one day I’ll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.
I hope one day you regret that it ended the way it did.
I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn’t synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight
(via lastbliss)
