June 2012
sublimesublemon:
cuppacats:
aquus:
i dont even recognize north carolina as a state right now as far as im concerned we have 49 states although im not even sure wyoming is real
have you ever met someone from wyoming???
exactly
my mom lives in wyoming
yes but have you ever met her
May 2012
“The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about...”
– (via littlespttedleopard)
nomotiondancing:
Please let’s just listen to...
“If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you -...”
– C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via whimsicaljane)
teacher: remember not to talk to strangers online
friend: who even does that?
me:
friend:
me: not me
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well—but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via thesatyrincyprus)
thedismembermentflan:
For Emma, Five-ever Ago
“This is what I mean when I say I would like to swim against the stream of time:...”
– Italo Calvino, If on a winter’s night a traveler (via toas-t)
Old Familiar Way: Zombie apocalypse coming soon →
kickaroundkid:
ihopericksantorum:
5/16: McArthur High School HazMat Situation Students, Teachers Decontaminated After Breaking Out In Rash http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/16/mcarthur-high-school-contamination_n_1521764.html 5/19: No confirmation on chemical at Fort…
What if someone gets that LSD into the water system…
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
puckermanfabray:
lets play “which download link is the real one”
3 tags
"city and color" no. stop. now.
If you are going to listen to City and Colour or even speak about City and Colour
PLEASE BE INTELLIGENT ENOUGH
TO NOT
FORGET
THE
U.
CITY AND COLOUR.
to-seekagreatperhaps:
I like the softness of summer evenings. The grey, forgiving half-light. A lazy warmth and humidity resting on my skin, reminding me of the presence of air. I can feel the sky weighing on me. Cool grass underfoot. Everything gentler and slower and happier.
“You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?”
– Jodi Picoult (via unpunk)
strange-behavior:
I
MISS
STEEL TRAIN
olvidare:
the more I think about you the more I feel my head is going to explode
“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in...”
– Andy Warhol, From A to B and Back Again (via blua)
