Reblogged from b-r-u-t-a-l-i-t-y
Shake It Out.
Please give me something to believe.


I wish I had lyrics or poetry that I could relate to in this state. Instead I’ll just have to settle for my own honesty.
I want so much more than I can ask for right now; I’m afraid of my wildest dreams—they can easily turn reality to a nightmare.
I hope contentness can find its way back into my heart.
Melancholy is not what I’m supposed to be feeling as I approach graduation.
Oh please.