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Jul 31. 2 Notes.

"You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up. "

— Pat Conroy (via wordsnquotes)

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Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am

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"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her. "


I will reblog this every single time

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This is so fucking awesome

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"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it. "

— something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

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"She was the kind of hard-drinking, salty-talking dame that they don’t make anymore… "

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