My size 5 Chucks

This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are under it.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via bookmania)

Reblogged bookmania.

3 Things You Should Never Have Low Standards About:
1) Boys
2) Clothes
3) Coffee

— Margot N., preppylane (via plantau)

(Source: clarkmitchellfilms)

Reblogged ahntagonist.


I’m so young. I have years of excitement and joy ahead of me, I need to stop getting so lost in all the things that have went wrong and start making new memories and new mistakes and start living without fear again. I’ve been through hell, I survived.

Reblogged ahntagonist.

There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am.

—  Unknown  (via moaka)

(Source: psych-facts)

Reblogged ahntagonist.

I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.

— (via asdfghjkllove)

(Source: wordsnquotes)

Reblogged ahntagonist.

No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, saying sorry, and hurting.

— Unknown (via hqlines)

Reblogged ahntagonist.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

— William Blake (via drakontomalloi)

Reblogged booklover.

But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.

— Virginia Woolf, from A Writer’s Diary (via violentwavesofemotion)

Reblogged booklover.

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

— (via heurente)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Reblogged myinkstainedheart.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Franz Kafka (via iwanderaimlessly)

Reblogged booklover.


Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. Claude Monet


Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. Claude Monet

Reblogged wild-cappuccino.


thats my favourite animal


(Source: heyworlditsmematthew)

Reblogged 10knotes.


Featured on a blog


Featured on a blog

Reblogged 10knotes.





I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.


this got me fucked up


Reblogged x-amiga-veneno.

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

— Beryl Markham (via waxenneat)

Reblogged waxenneat.

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