There is constant thought in my mind. An inability to shut it down if you will. I am forever coming up with situations and possibilities that will never arise but capture my essence regardless. I am only searching my purpose, because I still feel like I am alive and not living, which in itself is a little bit depressing.

(Source: uselesswanderers)

I don’t trust myself on here because what if someone finds it? I don’t trust the people closest to me and it rips me apart slowly. I could be more real on here. I could trust this so much more. It’s nights like tonight you get regrets, but I am refusing to be sorry and re-start. I will not say fuck this and make another tumblr. I kind of like the fact that I have no plans for myself, I can’t read my map, because I don’t need one yet, I am a journey with no destination and the naive concept behind that is beautiful in itself.

(Source: uselesswanderers)

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A collection of Britney Spears saying “Baby” in her songs

My childhood in one post

(Source: fifthdimension)

At night time when I listen to a song, I picture myself in relation to the scenario being told. I tend to be the person “singing.” It sometimes surprises me at which people I picture while I listen. Subconscious is a strange thing. Does someone being involved in a subconscious thought represent something? Should I act on my relationship with that person? Is there a reason for there presence in my mind? A penny for your thoughts, if you will.