when we get home,
and by home, I mean that bustling town where our only problems consist of using a classical serif or a modern sans serif, where the only arguments are about where to eat lunch at that day and the only begrudging we have is riding our bikes in the cold; because these places we once called home are no longer our homes, just nice places to visit full of people whom we can spread our excess emotion...
when you realize someone loves their cat more than...
thewhitestdevilyouknow: my life ahahaha. sorry boiz.
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...– Sylvia Plath (via harmonys-hell)
If Ron and Hermione can do it;
so can we.
I hate it here.
Maryland, I don’t love you and you’re bringing me down. I’ve smoked more cigarettes in the passed three days then I have in the passed month.
This Christmas season I recommend;
The Anti-Christ by Friedrich Nietzsche