“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.”
– The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Night Vale #31.5,”Condos” (via elucipher)
“Smooth out your skirt and do not look at him.”
– Advice for those who love people they shouldn’t (via adoxy)
“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”
– Chester Bennington (via creatingaquietmind)
The ’50s were fucked up man.
*tries this at next house party*
“Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.”
– Louis C.K. (via elige)
one time i was sharing a pipe or something w. this guy at a party and i asked him if he had herpes or mono and then i asked him if that was weird to ask and he said it was really cute. actually I’ve been told thats a cute question by two different guys on two different occasions. if i were being asked that i’d peace so hard
or maybe ill have a threesome with other dudes. “i can take three dicks at once, i’m just really shy” LLOOOOOOOOL
i wanna have a threesome but i’d get so depressed after watching someone i like fuck someone else but i still wanna do it one day
American History 101
True life: I got kicked out of class in the third grade for bringing this up.
I’m pretty sure my child is going to get kicked out of class for being aware. And I will take them out for pizza when it happens. Fools won’t brainwash my babies. Uh uh.
“Franz Kafka is Dead
He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.””
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)
took her to the kitchen fucked her right there on the taaaaable