February 2012
43 posts
I like being alone.
blackbruise:
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being...
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“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket (via b4mbly)
patriciasanchez asked: cn u be mi fran? pls sei yse.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what are you mad at
me: IT'S MY FAAAAAAAAACE
FUCKING. THIS. ALL. THE. TIME.
Watchdevonsaunders:
dercreepmeiser:
“Daddy interrogates daughter to get a confession on who is her favorite parent.”
omg
sho cute
“I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life.”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via casimirpulaskiday)
Kanye West facts
elusivito:
marcedurmiendo:
In Kanye West’s hit song “Power,” he says the line “I guess every superhero needs his theme music.” This line was inspired by Kanye West’s own theme song, “Power” by Kanye West, which he was listening to while writing “Power.”
Sounds about right
Yup
Tears For Fears - Head Over Heels
January 2012
34 posts
Anonymous asked: For the record, I ain't "trying to find out if the person I am speaking about is you" 'coz that would be gay.
Anonymous asked: This conversation did not happen.
Anonymous asked: Why haven't you told her? Are you scared that she may not feel the same way about you? How will you find out if you don't ask?
Anonymous asked: Why haven't you told her? What if she likes you back? Is she someone from home?
Artichokes - Maps & Atlases.
I hate-love you because you make me write poetry.
abcdeden:
I cannot touch the pen to the paper
and when I do, the ink leaves no marks;
no marks of meaning or purpose, or marks
of you
and I think to myself
and become sick
and wonder why
I can’t be
without
your hand to guide mine
to paint the pages
with your
brilliance.