"My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all."
- Diane Les Becquets (via fleurlungs)
(Fuente: wordsthat-speak, vía 5000letters)
when questions contains the answers to a different problem on a test
(Fuente: hotboysofficial, vía bastille)
Drake’s one of us
and josh is our parents
"i’m not a girl
i’m a storm with skin"
- (via cultivate-solitude)
(Fuente: sailllboat, vía fhawne)
And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back
(Fuente: mechapuppy, vía bastille)
when a bitch calls you thirsty like you don’t already know
george finally snaps
Matty’s genuine look of sadness this is so great