radicooler:

searching-for-nirvana:

I am sitting at my computer screen with my mouth open, because I just cannot fathom how someone writes something this amazing.

I would’ve just been like. “it’s the same color as your blood on the cold hard concrete after i kill you for asking me this question.”
December 7, 2013

scoobydoof:

mom, dad, can i have a boy girl party this year for my birthday??? i’m gonna be 35 this year and idk i just think i should be allowed to now. 

(via illegalorgandonors)

December 7, 2013

galifianafuck:

people that like to watch shitty movies for fun are my kind of people

(via deathcabforhoochie)

December 7, 2013
"When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling. Try that for practice. When you’re in town stand outside the theatre and see how the people differ in the way they get out of taxis or motor cars. There are a thousand ways to practice. And always think of other people."Hemingway’s advice to aspiring writers (via explore-blog)

(Source: , via agreatbigpileofleaving)

December 7, 2013
"But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head."Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath, via readfastdieyoungbadgirlsdoitwell)

December 7, 2013

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us fucks up and says something nice.

(via illegalorgandonors)

December 7, 2013
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via fuckin-kisses)

(Source: kissoholic, via cast-away)

December 7, 2013
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