May 2013
I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.
– Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe (via sex-onthecouch)
She smiled, but she might have been sad.
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via juststayawake)
I don’t understand essays. You’re telling a professor what they already know and...
– Jon Richardson (via funkyfroglet)
Those who are heartless, once cared too much.
– Frank Ocean (via fawun)
luminescent-love:
youaresogayskarth:
finnickodaired:
barackinaroundthechristmastree:
WHAT COLOR ARE MIRRORS
let’s reflect on this
fun fact! mirrors reflect each color equally, except for green. if you have ever seen a mirror perfectly aligned in front of another mirror, a.k.a. an infinite mirror, you can look through it and see that it becomes greener and greener. therefore, mirrors...
Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.
– Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)
We waited and waited. All of us. Didn’t the shrink know that waiting was one of...
– Charles Bukowski (via desalpes)
…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via to-love-ones-self)
frozenfoods:
[esteban voice] thees ees a deesaster
harryfuckyou:
*icona pop voice* i dont care
you know what it fucking sucks when you have so many books to read but school keeps getting in the fucking way and you just get homework everyday and it’s like goddamn it motherfucker i juST WANT TO FUCKING READ MY BOOKS I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT SCHOOL I WANT TO READ MY FUCKING BOOKS
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
– Fires, David Ramirez (via ugh)
me during summer: is today wednesday or sunday
In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
– Fernando Pessoa (via 13neighbors)
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via ugh)
If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people.
– Kyo (via wolf-cub)
But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
– Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via loveyourchaos)