[whetavar]

Me: dangling hand off bed
Demon: *grabs it*
Me: what are we

[katkinkat]

*forgets to talk to friends for 4 weeks*

I have always liked quiet people. You never know if they’re simply dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

(via evolv-e)

Have you ever held a guitar in your hands, laid your head on its body and felt the vibrations as you stroked the strings? Some would say it’s simplicity is better company that any person could ever give. Whether it plays a happy song, or one full of sorrow is completely up to you. Then again, I suppose the same could be said for companionship. Whether someone is singing joy or sadness is often times solely up to you as well. At least with a guitar it belongs to you, and therefore is your duty to take care of it. If a string breaks or the neck cracks it is to be blamed on you. Then again, it’s funny how relationships are that way too. You have the power to break them. Still though, I choose my guitar.