krocatoo:

Having to google internet slang your friend is using because you have no idea what the fuck it means.

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Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via recovering-ballerina)

cartel:

What if everything was just a bad dream and you wake up to a perfect life

I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them, but maybe, more than anything else, it is myself that I am now digging up.
David Grossman, Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics (via feellng)

okusuck:

IMAGINE IF SIMON COWELL WAS YOUR DAD AND YOU WERE SINGING IN THE SHOWER AND HE KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND SAID “ITS A NO FROM ME”

Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via feellng)

writens:

Hey man, I’m just trying to keep this friendship alive and you’re kinda not cooperating with me lol