This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.every time I see this, I reblog it.
what if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
i love you for putting this into words