May 2012
2 posts
May 18th
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when someone asks me what my plans are after...
whatshouldbuffscallme:
May 5th
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April 2012
9 posts
“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists...”
– Albert Camus (via alexandra-angeline)
Apr 26th
337 notes
4 tags
When someone mentions day-drinking
whatshouldwecallme: ….soooooooonnnn….
Apr 23rd
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3 tags
Apr 16th
313 notes
Apr 16th
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Apr 12th
224 notes
2 tags
Apr 9th
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3 tags
Apr 9th
59 notes
Apr 8th
26,411 notes
4 tags
Apr 4th
6 notes
March 2012
7 posts
4 tags
Mar 23rd
4 tags
Mar 23rd
27,059 notes
3 tags
Mar 19th
9 notes
Mar 13th
311 notes
9 tags
Mar 12th
4 tags
Mar 8th
7,752 notes
6 tags
Mar 7th
53 notes
February 2012
14 posts
6 tags
Feb 26th
104,169 notes
People Leave So Much →
grieving-corner: People leave a lot of stuff when they die. They leave the world to you along with all the things you never wanted. You inherit photographs, pets, furniture. You inherit their hope for you, and grown-up things like bills, even if you paid them for years now. Your siblings aren’t kids anymore and you don’t have to help host Christmas if you don’t want to. They leave you...
Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
10,809 notes
7 tags
Feb 21st
3 notes
7 tags
Feb 21st
4 notes
Feb 19th
79,803 notes
3 tags
Feb 15th
8,164 notes
Feb 3rd
382 notes
Feb 3rd
30 notes
7 tags
Feb 2nd
283 notes
10 tags
Too
I am too little butter on too much bread I am too many thoughts in too little head. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
Feb 2nd
883 notes
3 tags
Feb 2nd
778 notes
7 tags
Feb 1st
16 notes
9 tags
Feb 1st
1 note
January 2012
3 posts
4 tags
Jan 30th
74,490 notes
Jan 18th
16 notes
Jan 7th
173,133 notes
December 2011
6 posts
Dec 21st
186 notes
Dec 18th
666 notes
Dec 17th
60,071 notes
Dec 15th
12,538 notes
Dec 5th
1,952 notes
6 tags
Dec 1st
29 notes
November 2011
14 posts
“my mouth is a fire escape. the words coming out don’t care that they are...”
– andrea gibson (via helenofdestroy)
Nov 30th
616 notes
8 tags
Nov 29th
324 notes
5 tags
Nov 28th
88,966 notes
7 tags
I remember
I remember the sky felt heavy that day. There was a silence brewing within us that we tried to speak away, little did we know, it had come to us to stay. I watched as silence perched itself atop each of our shoulders like 2 ton gargoyles. There we sat, gothically clad without a word on our lips other than salt, of which a fine layer had formed, tracing the path from our eyelids to our mouths to...
Nov 17th
33 notes
10 tags
Nov 15th
22 notes
10 tags
WatchWatch
SO…Its NOT just us. Great.
Nov 14th
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6 tags
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via -soulshine)
Nov 12th
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Nov 12th
772 notes
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Nov 9th
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