April 2012
Watchmermaidporn:
clavid:
smites:
I AM DEAD
SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS VIDEO T O ME
TEARS OF LAUGHTER
BUT I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU
Round and round
This is a story that begins on the side of a street. The concrete is like dusk, grey and unfriendly. Cracks break the monotonous line but no weeds grow forth. Up in a room on the second story of an apartment building not far from this side of the street lives a young girl with a silver hue all about her. She is usually found sniffing books or boiling water for tea or looking at snails through her...
“But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via cite-belle)
woooowww
I just clicked a “lit” tag on tumblr.com because I thought it was cool shit to look at when you’ve just smoked a bowl and feeling pretty “lit”….
It meant “literature”.
I’m pretty lit… HA.
I'm the only one who can hurt me.
The only things I care about:
Hot gen mai cha, daily. Colin Meloy and Johnny Flynn. Going to see my sister and Mt. Shasta. This recent sunshine. This coming Friday. All the beer I have in my fridge.
Movies
teach me all the wrong things. Never kiss a guy and then turn and walk away suddenly with a sad look and teary eyes. That doesn’t happen in real life. You’ll regret it.
