April 2012
March 2012
“He drinks, he smokes, he’s Catholic, he runs around with one girl after another,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via eatbreatheread)
sillyville:
LETS TAKE THIS BACK 2005
heywallace:
And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine I hope that someday I’ll see without these frames And in the daylight I don’t pick up my phone Because in the daylight anywhere feels like home
3 tags
today i was having lunch with my boyfriends dad...
and she asks me if i know a girl named katie who goes to her school. i literally know her name, never seen her or spoken to her. haven’t even visited her fb page. his sister tells me that she said that i was a huge bitch to her and did mean things to her. like, was she that bored? good to know people i’ve never met hate me and enjoy talking about me. stupid.
blame-my-gypsy-s0ul:
But I will remain where the top begins. ‘Cause I am not a word, I am not a line, I am not a girl that can ever be defined.
literally played as i scrolled past this on my dash..
smithjamesspencer:
hey i just met you
and this is crazy
but i listen to your music and buy tickets to all your tours and buy all your merch and sometimes cry over pictures of you in your tag that i track and imagine the day when we will finally be wed
so call me maybe
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees,...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via atomology)
