tespian-mage:
SERIOUSLY TREES WHAT ARE YOU DOING
NOW THIS FUCKER’S LIVING ON THE EDGE
NOW THIS TREE’S FUCKING COLORFUL
TREE GO HOME YOU ARE DRUNK
NOW THEY’RE IN A KNOT HOW THE FUCK
HOLY FUCK TREES STOP
ifyoucarryonthisway:
do boys even get crushes on girls do boys even like girls do boys even feel things
suizdejinn:
rocksymom:
Home is where your wi-fi connects automatically.
This needs to be on a shirt
jimmypageturner:
did you ever think what it would sound like if your favorite band member said your name
"You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You find a therapist. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak—and every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so so sorry. You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and, Ya, and you will have to move from the Harlem apartment that you two have shared. You consider not going. You consider a squat protest. In fact, you say won’t go. But in the end you do."
- Junot Díaz, “This is How You Lose Her” (via
commovente)
"Why did he write to her, “I can’t live without you?” And why did she write to him “I can’t live without you?” For he went west and she went east and they both lived."
- Carl Sandburg
