the-almost-doctor:

ifuckingguess:

ravedm:

ahh when you click it :)))

holy shit what is that seriously

space. that is space.
"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves." - Jean Cocteau, Le Testament d’Orphée (1960)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction)




tastefullyoffensive:

[slugbooks/sarahcandersen]

the-orchid-killer:

I just never know if I’m communicating with you or the disease. And even though I curse the idea of an afterlife, I still hope you’re taken care of. You deserve to be at peace. Please don’t forget my face. I won’t forget to remember you.


bluerneth:

remember when spongebob met the arctic monkeys
opisthocoelicaudia:

me listening to lana del rey

guiltyhipster:

Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know. 



meknotmck:

mermaidjade:

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow // Amy Winehouse



fahayleyure:

Favorite acoustics  twenty one pilots - Car Radio

"I’m forced to deal with what I feel,

there is no distraction to mask what is real”  (x)


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