I'm very indecisive. I like getting lost in books, coffee shops, cameras, gigs, picnics, and the sound of rain at night.
i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back
me pregunto por qué casi siempre nos complicamos tanto
es como si alguien nos hubiera programado para odiarnos a nosotros mismos
