"I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side."
Maya Angelou (via hilarieburtons)
"It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."
John GreenPaper Towns (via feellng)
oh  
thenationalartgalley:

"Sorrow" by The National // Tristan and Isolde by Rogelio de Equsquiza 

thenationalartgalley:

"Sorrow" by The National // Tristan and Isolde by Rogelio de Equsquiza 

bewwbs:

how to get girls to like you:

  1. compliment their eyebrows
  2. eat them out
basically  
thauwn:

certain songs make me sad for things that ive never experienced

thauwn:

certain songs make me sad for things that ive never experienced

nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

Stay With Me (Sam Smith cover) - Florence + the Machine

florencewelchismyreligion:

Florence and the Machine - Stay With Me (Sam Smith cover)
[live @ Orange Warsaw Festival 06.14.2014] xx

This is out of this world. 

music  
extrasad:

No matter what we’re all
going to die, whether it’s 
tonight or 63 years from
now.
And most of us don’t know
how it’s going to happen,
too many pills or drowning 
or shattered glass and a 
car swerving off the edge
of the Earth, sickness, a 
loaded gun in a shaky 
hand, an airplane falling 
from the sky, cigarettes,
fire, lightning

But the second I saw you
I knew you’d be what kills 
me 


(Sorry it’s so messy I wrote it in the car)

extrasad:

No matter what we’re all
going to die, whether it’s
tonight or 63 years from
now.
And most of us don’t know
how it’s going to happen,
too many pills or drowning
or shattered glass and a
car swerving off the edge
of the Earth, sickness, a
loaded gun in a shaky
hand, an airplane falling
from the sky, cigarettes,
fire, lightning

But the second I saw you
I knew you’d be what kills
me


(Sorry it’s so messy I wrote it in the car)

oh  a  

langleav:

pineplapple:

This is hands down the best parody twitter ever

It’s true about the Post-it notes. I know this from my own personal  experience.

Don't Tell Our Friends About Me (feat. Fiona Apple and Jon Brion) - Blake Mills
music  
"You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward."
Ted Mosby, HIMYM (via perfect)