— Dion Anja, from “Motion Sickness”
[text id: but the sun goes down. / summer's gone. / it's september 1st / & my friends are coming back with white teeth, / i couldn't tell them i didn't leave my room. / i just find it a little hard / to defend my twenties / & i fear this won't pass.]
autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS
I POSTET THIS HALF AN HOUR BEFORE MY JOB INTERVIEW AND I GOT THE JOB OH MY GOD
One driver already quit and NASCAR responded with basically “we had to google you because nobody knew who the fuck you were”
Nascar started because they said fuck cops and its nice to see they havent lost their roots completely.
fuck my brain. i hate this shit.
you ever feel like you’re on cloud nine with them and then your depression and anxiety hits so hard that you start to doubt everything around you
