Just like you said: Your words aren’t popped... →
yourcerebellum: Your words aren’t popped kernels strung out on a line. Nor are they the dew that blankets the grass on cool mornings. Your words are not the tranquility that is in the midst of the air in a book store. They are not the swaying brush strokes on a canvas of a concentrated artist. Nor are they the…
Never chase love, affection or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another...– Unknown (via stellablu)
When I grow up, I'm going to have my first kid...
the music i listen to that people at my school call "garbage": I'll build my way out of your demise, these dreams are my castles, not the walls you built up around me. When I look at my watch, I know time is gold, it can't be pawned and it can't be sold.
the music that people at my school listen to: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass wobbledy wobbledy wa wobble wobble
laughingwithnialler: niallsnaked: LISTEN AND...
rescuemeatsix: that one tumblr user you respect so much but you’re too creepy and socially awkward to make interaction with them so you just watch them from afar and longingly stroke their icon every time they come up on your dash
LLL: recidivism at the asylum →
lookedlikelaughing: the bespoke white jacket and shoes sans laces were the same only these “prison” walls are colder than last time i booked a room especially tonight as the rain comes and the grouted grooves direct precipitation to act the part of tears in the production of my self-imposed sentence for an audience of
the difference between "gamer girls" and girls who...
gamer girl: omgggg modern warfare 4 lyfeee
girls who play video games: GOD DAMN IT MARIO. IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STAY ON RAINBOW ROAD FOR MAYBE TEN SECONDS. OH MY FUCKING GOD PEACH YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU REALLY HAD TO USE THE THUNDER CLOUD AND FUCKING SHRINK ME. REALLY. THIRD. I'M IN THIRD PLACE OH MY GOD YES THANK JESUS LORD ABOVE IN THE HEAVENS. FUCK. NO. I FELL OFF. I SWEAR TO GOD MARIO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR ITALIAN PLUMBER MOTHER FUCKING ASS. i hate my life.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and...– Carson McCullers (via eastatlanta)
“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.” - Jeffrey McDaniel