— Tris, Divergent

(Source: onemoondance)

favorite childhood movie right here.

(Source: booasaur)

omg wow small world same!

metallikato:

_{I see a little silhouetto of a man}

Scara^MOUCHE scara^MOUCHE 

Will you do the fan^dango?

ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲＢＯＬＴＳ　ＡＮＤ　ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ

ＶＥＲＹ　ＶＥＲＹ　ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ　

Me!

^Galileo,_Galileo

^Galileo,_Galileo 

Galileo, Figaro

magnificoo^oooooo_ooo~ 

Wedding Reminder #2.  In the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, my grandfather with the groom’s grandmas.  Too cute, no?

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

I actually think about this ALL the time.  Never stops making me feel small.

I’m lost in the world

I’m down my whole life

I’m new in the city

But I’m down for the night

(Source: Spotify)

— Jack Kerouac (via bkinneys)

(Source: paperboatsandaeroplanes)

wearebloodandrust:

i.
the lighting was yellow the first time i wanted you
made us squint like snow was falling heavy
in our eyes.
i asked if this was okay
but you did not know i did not know
sick and satisfied and wanting you to take up all the space inside me
(anything other than the useless facts,
five syllable words i tried to memorize,
caffeine, vicodin i couldnt even afford)
you bit my lip and i fell in love.

ii.
you used your tongue to move mine
swirling letters for the words you cant say
and it’s all caught in my throat
i throw up later in the week
but it’s just cheap food,
maybe wine.

I have lots of thoughts from the weekend but I don’t have time to write them all down at the present time.  This is a reminder to myself that I have shit to put on here at some point in the near future

scribnerbooks:

why old books smell good.

(Source: timetravelingscamp)

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

the sun is hot, the wind is cool

and we are finally out of school

baby, baby

well I’m in love what can I say

(Source: rainonmytinroof)

My former best friend slash roommate from hell is moving out; the crashing of untouched boxed goods hitting each other as she tossed them into trash bags woke me up, and after I came out and asked her not to take any of mine and she realized I was sleeping, the music’s volume went sky-high.

I’m relieved she’s moving out - we were half convinced she’d be staying out of spite - but if I have to listen to her try and sing Nicki Minaj’s entire collection (Dungeon Dragon made me giggle out loud) I might lose my shit.


EDIT: I’m thinking blasting “What Kills You Make You Stronger” might be a message. 

(Source: puttingmannersonafeminist)