November 2009
“It’s funny how you can grow away from your friends, when just a few years ago...”
– (via eletheowl) (via yesyestumblr)
October 2009
It's Halloween.
What the actual fuck?
Some crazy motherfucker out there is going to kill and eat their pet cat if Miley Cyrus doesn’t reopen her Twitter account.
WUT.
I don’t think this is even a troll, this person seems serious about it.
mileysavefuzzy.com
Once again, WUT.
“What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality....”
– Tim, The Virgin Suicides (via pandamic)
choices.
skin-n-bones:
pick your life out of a hat. pick the one with the most colors, if you are colorblind we are very sorry for you. pick a husband with a lot of money. pick a wife that everyone at the office will be jealous of. this is what people do, don’t feel so bad about yourself when you wake up even more alone. drink your coffee black. download music illegally from the internet. flirt with...
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like you,” (she...”
– Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (via aseriesofserendipities)
No one else will know these lonely dreams. No one...
mypeterpancomplex:
(via aseriesofserendipities)
mypeterpancomplex:
if you won’t disappear, then slowly slowly i will. i promise you.
“Let us be elegant or die.”
– Louisa May Alcott (via tryphena) (via cutecotton) (via literateandstylish)
here i dreamt i was an architect, the...
And we are vagabonds We travel without seatbelts on We live this close to death
“As I look back on all that’s happened..growing up, growing together, changing...”
– Unknown (via brokenmachine) (via disintegrate) (via lovebot)
sabino:
Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown, Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time, What she heard, these things she said, The times she cried, Too frail to wake this time.
“one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves...”
– (via eecummings) (via lovebot)
dirtylittlestylewhore:
My heart is yearning, but Paris is burning. Paris is burning all night long. My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming. Paris is screaming all night long.
It's a little astounding that I'm not a sociopath.
colinh:
I was writing college app essays, and I realized how insane I’m going to seem to everyone who reads this:
My parents were always strange—my mom the racer, my dad the rocket scientist, never fit in with the society into which they bore me. He never played catch with me, she never baked cookies with me, her family hated him, and he didn’t have a family. I was the youngest of my...
I kind of miss myself the way I used to be.
