Why be frightened of everything that you are not?

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→ 21 May 13 at 12 am
Lauren DeStefano, from Sever (via the-final-sentence)

"We’ll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it’s time to stop."

♥ 72800
→ 20 May 13 at 11 pm

gcoky:

i either eat 20 meals a day or forget to eat at all there is literally nothing in between

(Source: cheerupsmelly, via yougetoutalright)

♥ 33266
→ 20 May 13 at 11 pm (Source: asaprockyhq, via oblivioustolove)

♥ 4251
→ 20 May 13 at 11 pm (Source: coitusandcarnage, via jhomalism-)

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→ 20 May 13 at 11 pm
Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought”
(via iwantmybearsuit)

"I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"

♥ 98562
→ 20 May 13 at 10 pm (Source: pizzastiel, via justadashofasian)

♥ 3012
→ 20 May 13 at 9 pm (Source: ilovecamille, via justadashofasian)

♥ 14
→ 20 May 13 at 8 pm iambriangreen:

at least two more weeks till i get some normal sleep. long long nights ahead i suppose.

(Source: meyouanddoom)

♥ 290
→ 20 May 13 at 6 pm (via akeemperor)

♥ 15966
→ 20 May 13 at 6 pm (via tacotony)

♥ 12787
→ 20 May 13 at 4 pm
for the homies that stay followin me

(Source: kidmasterpiece, via crystal-habit)

♥ 2
→ 20 May 13 at 3 pm Family BBQ and I get to eat tofu. #okimisseatingchickenalittlebit

tags: okimisseatingchickenalittlebit

♥ 2120
→ 20 May 13 at 3 pm (Source: zstephanie, via akeemperor)

♥ 36297
→ 20 May 13 at 3 pm (Source: miel-doux, via ohmyhealthyfood)

♥ 4
→ 20 May 13 at 1 pm

strange guy: you have a nice smile.

me: uh, thanks.

strange guy: don't blame me, blame your face.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not?

"We’ll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it’s time to stop."

"I wish I wrote the way I thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I’d write to the point of suffocation I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing And I’d write about you a lot more than I should"

"I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should"