6:12 AM.
I smell a hint of rain and can hear the morning songs of birds through the small crack in my window.
Listening closely, I can hear drops of rain hitting the ground outside.
I’ve tossed and turned all night and now the morning greets me.
If only I could wrap my arms around the warmth of another, I could finally capture the sleep I so desire.
Mr. Sandman, bring me my dreams.


Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.


(Source: birdfingers, via adorabott)

lol sothasil this was us a few months ago.

(Source: astronautdean, via manazza)

I’m tired of feeling angry and I’m sick of feeling confused.

Today in therapy, I told my therapist I don’t like dealing with stupid straight people, then proceed to say “no offense” and she gave me a iffy look then laughed while I fumbled on my words to make it sound not so damn ruuuude…. So I said “ignorant straight people” I don’t think I should open my mouth half of the time.