I would rather die of passion than of boredom.– Vincent Van Gogh (via thatkindofwoman)
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walterblakeknoblock: I was woken up by the lightning Like a bucket of cold water Or the first “I don’t love you anymore”
mostaaza asked: Hi *in the voice*
mostaaza: It’s my birthday HAIIIII. “it’s my fecking burthdai”. I wish I could write you something like I did last year but you already know I am creepily obsessed with you. Wish I could stay for your real birfday. mi bb.
greekgirltogreekgoddess: Hi, welcome to Hollister, here is your gas mask and a flashlight
Wishing to organize a nationwide KAPi event. Holla at the Alpha chapter social chair
walterblakeknoblock: Talking to him, she scratched the surface of who he was and, as she scratched so hard he began to bleed, the sanguine differences in who she was looking for and who was exposed contrasted against each other in a desperate, romantic way, like how a tree is consumed in a burning forest fire or someone’s drowned body sinking to the bottom of a perfume sea.
and so begins the summer of wut wut wut. brought to you by Red Bull Cliff Diving
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.– Robert Brault (via fabricsoftenerandcroissants)
You can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you...– “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via rainydaysandblankets)
This last week has been way too good to be true. All ending in t-minus 2 days.
heismyfirstolive: timelordsandhunters: is nobody going to talk about this painting i mean those men are just casually rIDING THEIR BEARDS NBD never mind them, i’m more concerned about the guy kidnapping a woman with his beard
I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word.– Travis Grandt (via rebreathing)