To Find Yourself, You Need to Lose Yourself First
Raven. Nineteen. Michigan.
Full-blown Peter Pan Syndrome. Homeward bound (wherever that may be). Positive vibes. And just living to live and learning to love it.

Raven. Nineteen. Michigan.
Full-blown Peter Pan Syndrome. Homeward bound (wherever that may be). Positive vibes. And just living to live and learning to love it.
6 hours ago
I think I’m healthy until I wake up in the middle of the night because I had a dream I ate too much and then have to spend to long convincing myself that it didn’t actually happen
10 hours ago
I’ve been such a grump the past week, even my dad has noticed and he’s not a super empathetic person so much.
We’re moving, in the process of. I feel like this is part of why, but at the same time I think this might be just the thing I need to actually turn over my new leaf.
I don’t know. I really just want out.
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO GET NICE TATTOOS AND TRAVEL AND GO TO LOADS OF CONCERTS AND MEET NEW PEOPLE AND VISIT AMAZING PLACES AND COSY COFFEE SHOPS AND ADOPT CUTE PUPPIES AND SLEEP IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK WITH A PLETHORA OF BLANKETS AND STAR GAZE AND TAKE PICTURES OF NICE THINGS AND JUST NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING
(via nenaahland)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via 13thmoon)
It’s so cute.
When I brush one of my cats, the longhair will run over for her turn. And she dances, and stands up and licks you and is ever so grateful for the brushings :3
