maybe that's the answer
ohchristmastree: “Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” -richard brautigan
myth-milk: Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I will live without you.
It's Raining In Love
wintersnighttraveler: I don’t know what it is, But I distrust myself When I start to like a girl A lot. It makes me nervous. I don’t say the right things Or perhaps I start To examine, Evaluate, Compute What I am saying. If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?” and she says, “I don’t know,” I start thinking: Does she really like me? In other...
*Picture of some girl*
what-is-this-i-dont-even: “Perfection” “Omg” “I wish I looked like thissssss” Man. Half the girls making those comments look good anyway. Hell. Most of the girls on Tumblr.com look good as hell. Just be you. Shit. Perfection. Omg.
Dorian Gray: What is there to believe in? Emily Wotton: Our developments. Dorian Gray: All I see is decay. Emily Wotton: For the religion. Dorian Gray: Fashionable substitute for belief. Emily Wotton: Art. Dorian Gray: Formality. Emily Wotton: Love. Dorian Gray: An Illusion.
sometimes i wish i was painfully skinny… then i realize what it would take to get to and maintain that would also make me painfully boring.