In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we’re meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn’t suffering, it was erosion. It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process.
It’s mad depressing when u eat the last piece of candy but you didn’t look at the bag and realize it was the last one so you could truly appreciate it for what it was worth
mad depressing
(via townoflouvre)
even after cutting my nails, i still fucked myself up in my sleep
going to manifest myself a good working summer weekend
all my life I’ve said I have no will power, but I think I might actually have amazing will power and just never used it for good
