full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)

gay8:

Lauren Withrow
Lauryn Holmquist, 2014


”It’s funny how i thought
I was good at hiding myfeelings, but then strangersstarted asking me what waswrong and why I looked sotired and that’s when I realized you didn’t care enough to notice”

myceliuum:

the sky is so unreal right now

Someone tell me why I wrote about this on Christmas Eve.