bon-bon: The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
Roll across the bed and don’t stop until your skin finds its way to mine.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
selfdoubtandsyphilis: dankestrnemes: do animals think in english or in the sounds they make this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
sfux: i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together
1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a...– (via victorielle) I really needed to read this today. (via cirquedufrock)
friendlycloud: hitlervevo: why the fuck cant we text the police lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you Relevant
like honestly if we follow each other i expect to be allowed to sleep on your floor whenever i’m in your city
rootings: cliterallysame: this is my favorite video on this website White people
please don’t get tired of me or of the way i lie next to you and tell you what i love about you more than twenty times you should know this: if i kept it inside i’d get cracks all over and it would pour out of me
Be gentle, be slow, take your time with broken me, be tender, don’t go.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
A short, but heartbreaking tragedy: I have forgotten the taste of your lips.– Unknown (via poetrist)
If they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.– Kyo (via nicolegoat)
hereunoia: If the boy who draws let’s you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person but the air and dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you’ll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song. —...