i’ve only done it a few times, but smoking at 4am, with your head out the window, smelling the fresh morning breeze and savoring the rare moment of uninterrupted silence just before the sun comes up is probably one of the most relaxing and underrated things in the world
ive reblogged this so many times without the caption, i really hate when ppl delete it. this is beautiful
↳ There’s no hope. Not for me, not for Derek. Every time I try to fight back it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt, people keep getting killed. (This isn’t you. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this) What if it isn’t? What is it’s just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were nothing. We weren’t popular, we weren’t good at lacrosse, we weren’t important. We were no-one. Maybe I should just be no-one again.