Trying to explain that I’m having a panic attack when I’m drunk is probably one of the most difficult things in the world.
I barely understand what’s going on and I get scared and confused. I wish I had a little label attached to me saying I’m fucked up and to just get me home when I’m freaking out.
"I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life."
Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York (via slayr)