"I love her and that’s the beginning and the end of everything."


-F. Scott Fitzgerald 



#love #grunge #fscottfitzgerald #sun #nofilter #nosering #hope #glasses #sweaterweather #gatsby #indie
2
809

zapidos:

My little brother and I were swimming and my dad walked out and said “it’s trash day tomorrow you know what that means” and my brother looked at me dead in the eyes and said “it’s time for you to go.”

the-spirit-evolution:

We all Know Evan Peters as American Horror story Lobster Boy:

image

Tate:

image

and Kyle:

image

 BUT

Some of us also remember him as this dork from Phil of the future.

image

image

image

image

Never forget Seth Wosner.

sonic-screwdildo:

do other girls actually go to bed with their bras on or is that just in movies because i would never wear a bra to bed its like going to bed with tape on your mouth

Defeater I Don't Mind
Defeater
I Don't Mind

bailearly:

zach-griffindor:

Let’s talk about the old days,
let’s talk about your friends,
let’s talk about the summer
and how you wish it wouldn’t end.

Did I forget to tell you,
how pretty you looked in that dress?
In the first time that I saw you,
you cleaned the mess from my head.

And I don’t mind,
if we take our time.
No, I don’t mind

this song makes me cry every time

towritepoems:

THIRTY WITH YOU (K.P.K)

reginamas:

i just told my mom i died at birth and i’ve been a ghost this entire time just growing and manifesting into the daughter she’d lost

and she’s just like

well please go to the light because i am tired of your shit

"

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her

"
This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz    (via 5000letters)

brvdleysoileau:

how is “slut” even an insult wtf get that dick grl

the-dark-basement:

sexslavefantasy:

quitemystery:

goodgirl0014:

Ummm wow. I don’t know what that’s like.

That’s a crying shame. The moment she cums is the moment you take it up a notch I thought. Now, you might have to hold her down to keep her from pushing you off but that’s do-able.

Yup.

I don’t “hold her down” when she cums. Mrs. Basement is cuffed to the bed already. The only thing keeping me from tongue-assaulting that pussy is her safeword!
668