I think I just peed my pants.
For the love of god watch this until the end
I just flinched so fucking hard omfg. My heart.
The office had a pumpkin decorating contest this morning, and the rules were NOT to carve it and to use only regular office supplies. I’m pretty proud at how far I got actually because they only gave us two hours. Everything except the paper hair curls and the teeny skulls on the hat were done within those two hours
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
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| — | Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via psych-facts) |


