I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
― Winona Ryder (via loveknowsnodistancee)
I just want to lie in my bed, drink wine and listen to Sigur Rós.
For the whole Easter holiday.
If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.
― Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)