February 2010
burning, burning, burning. →
ugh is this really happening or is life just one cruel joke i think it is cause this should not happen
eminem
WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SEXY AND TALENTED?
I DONT GET ITTTTT
14560.) I'm not sure if I'm in love with you or in...
(via blogsecret)
burnbrighter:
thefloralsofa:
fromsecondstory:
latley I hate 99.9 percent of the human population
sorry.
same.
pretty much
me every day
Dream conversation #583:
qualityblog:
Me: Stop.
Pink: Okay.
what no pink is amazing wait what
14557.) you're a dick. you didn't deserve me,...
(via blogsecret)
January 2010
me: hey wassup wassup
the universe: god i really just hate you okay
besamé
"i cant stand this place, this country, no one...
-thomas, skins season four epi. one
ohfuck:
drawmymind:
now and then, I announce, ‘I know you’re listening.’ to empty rooms. if I’m wrong, no one knows. If I’m right, maybe I just freaked the hell out of some secret organization.
aaaaah. aha.
thank you larry clark you have disturbed me more than any other film maker ever thank you
annaszczekutowicz:
sometimes i worry about…. what if after all these years of schooling, all these years or preparing for the future, what if you die in the mean time? will that preparation be a waste of time when you did not truly live 100%? what if we just did what we wanted, all the time?
i literally think this all the time
i opened this page and i have nothing to say except for that my one friend is slipping away and i need to get prints made and do some homework and take photos but i just wanna sit in my friends house and eat cookies
watching the pregnancy pact
omfg
idiocy at its finest
I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to...
– Pablo Picasso (via sabino)
brittanychavez:
53 seconds of water being poured in and out of glasses.
this is abs. beautiful and stunning, really
and you,
i tried to preserve what we had by pushing you away further into the darkness, keep our friendship alive by trying to talk you out of it, but thats when everything changed, and now i would pull you closer to try and find what we have lost.
you were a good excuse, on the hill in the dark of the morning, trying to pull me down to the path to the other side, that accent a dead giveaway that this was not our permanent place. but i wouldn’t go down the hill, i wanted to go up, and you brought your face to mine in frustration and i stopped fighting, it was the first time i had seen you breathless since we were ten years old running...
New York is like no other city. It is an ugly city, and it is dirty. The climate...
– Henry James.
I will always love my city.
(via spinning)
Am I the reason people always leave? Am I the reason all these things keep...
– One Tree Hill (via runawaytrain) (via brokenmachine) (via thefloralsofa)