i’m the popcorn kernel that never popped in the bag of life

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"Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it."

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via larmoyante)

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youscofield:

anyth1ng3ut0rdin4ry:

I have an idea son, why don’t we drive to the nearest cliff and see if the law of gravity applies to you.

Your caption killed me 

youscofield:

anyth1ng3ut0rdin4ry:

I have an idea son, why don’t we drive to the nearest cliff and see if the law of gravity applies to you.

Your caption killed me 

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konorai:

kurakos:

learning languages is fun until i gotta do it for a grade

Learning new things in general is fun until I have to do it for a grade

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"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest."

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via charmrose)

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Arctic Monkeys – Dancing Shoes (4,269 plays)

ch-ords:

Dancing Shoes // Arctic Monkeys

Get on your dancing shoes
There’s one thing on your mind
Hoping they’re looking for you
Sure you’ll be rummaging through

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bellecosby:

s4ndy:

jadethemerman:

Serving looks

woah!

fuck it up bitch!!

(via drunkblogging)

gymleaderfrank:

"Hey can I look at your phone?"
“Yeah let me just finish this text.”
*deletes 200 selfies*

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"Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
because you had him first, and you would let the world
break its own neck if it means keeping him.
Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
Here are your upturned hands.
Give them to him and watch how he prays
like he is learning his first words.
Start by pulling him out of another fire,
and putting him back together with the pieces
you find on the floor.
There is so much to forgive, but you do not
know how to forget.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
Here is your humble offering,
obliterated and broken in the mouth
of this abandoned church.
He has come back to stop the world
from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
so you won’t let him.
Tell him that you will never know any better.
Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough."

Caitlyn Siehl, “Start Here” (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

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"My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch."

Henry Rollins (via darlingcup)

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sarxj:

I’m a cup of tea,  And she’s a piece of sugar. Nobody melts her but me,  And I don’t get sweeter unless by my piece of sugar.

sarxj:

I’m a cup of tea,
And she’s a piece of sugar.
Nobody melts her but me,
And I don’t get sweeter unless by my piece of sugar.

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