November 2011
Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her...
– Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night...
– Pablo Neruda (via high-delirium)
that kinda night
why does sleeping in cars always give me anxiety the whole day after?
i guess i shouldn’t be too surprised, anytime my life has any sort of irregularity i seem to have a physical reaction to it bahah… at least it was a BMW?
In that moment, I wanted to cut out all my sins from my body and lay them down...
– Joshua Allen
casually listening to 98 degrees pandora (currently bbmak back here…. fuck yes) and browsing through paper source’s holiday cards and gifts.
…..i need a life.
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officially following style me pretty’s “ring bearers” board on pinterest.
creepy? i think not.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance...
– Hunter S. Thompson (via countrydarlin)
It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.
– Angela’s Ashes, Frank McCourt (via wrists)
i used to be strong
until i got here.
i used to think my independence was a defense mechanism and a way for me to avoid opening up to other people and letting them in. now i’ve learned that my biggest regrets and false judgments i’ve made over these past 4 years have come from trusting in others and believing that i was not open enough thus making me unnecessarily and unnaturally vulnerable and seeking...
grow up. take a hint.
you think you know me? well, act like you do, or get a clue to your actions and how they in turn create reactions in other people.
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