@3 weeks ago with 1261 note and 3773 play
i’m sick of the things i do when i’m nervous, like cleaning the oven or checking my tires, or counting the numbers of tiles in the ceiling. head for the hills the kitchens on fire. i used to rely on self medication, i guess i still do that from time to time. but i’m getting better at fighting the future, “some day you’ll be fine” yeah, i feel just fine. tell me that it’s alright. yeah, everything is alright. oh please, tell me that you’re alright. yeah, everything is alright.
(Source: sadgurl95, via oldpride)