I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.– Bob Dylan (via excrutiate)
Girl, I’ll make your dreams come true if your dreams consist of being annoyed and disappointed a lot.
thisisb: You can tell a lot about a woman’s mood just by her hands. For an example, if she is holding a gun she’s probably angry.
I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. I guess maybe I’ve...– A Place in the Sun (1951)
No Male Ever: Yeah I really like her but she doesn't have a thigh gap
expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that...– Rudy Francisco (via dirty-lake-mermaid)
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the...– Mohandas Gandhi (via fuckoff-mondays)
chickensandwich: whenever you think i’m listening to you i’m actually just looking at you and thinking about snacks
he-av-en-ly: I’m beginning to realize how little I mean to everyone and its pretty fucking painful.
jaaaaaaaaaackfrost: have you ever caught someone staring at you and wondered what they’re thinking about like if it’s something positive or negative if it’s a passing thought or a long internal string of things if they’re even thinking about you at all or you just happen to be in the line of sight while their mind drifts off about something completely unrelated
All I’d wanted to be when I grew up was yours.– Eireann Corrigan, You Remind Me Of You: A Poetry Memoir (via fawun)
白い少女: Only once in your life, I truly believe, you... →
danimansutti: Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never actually shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never…
matthewkocanda: sometimes i rape the english language in feeble attempts to split my chest and expose whatever is left. but how else could i possibly explain the comparisons between the bitter cold of february and your pale arms?