When I think about Monarch butterflies I imagine them having little crowns made out of pollen and twigs. I had a dream I was throwing up butterfly wings last night. Idk why.
the point you reach with a piece of your work after reading it so much that the lines of words no longer affect you, and you have that moment of slight panic, “is this even any good?”
Things have gone so bad that I decide to go home—*home* home, Mum and Dad...– High Fidelity, Nick Hornby (via check-your-pockets-chimney-child)
And I'm sure Chuck Berry still has the blues
What’s the blues when you When you’ve got the greys? I don’t have much of a...– The Greys, Frightened Rabbit (via cherylgeary)
I’m sorry, I’ve let you down. I was the person who was supposed to look after...– Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via amazinglinesinbooks)
I mentioned this like a week ago but I don't care.
treacletongue: This right here: “People you’ve been before that you Don’t want around anymore That push and shove and won’t bend to your will I’ll keep them still” is perfect. Like, fuck, if that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.
never has another band impressed me so much with...
Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.– Dr. Suess
I wanna be nicer to you.
I want to tell you “hello” and “goodbye, have a good night”; and ask you how your day has been. But I’m so paranoid that it’s blatantly obvious I like you - that I hardly say anything at all.
My body wanted to sleep But then my mind started thinking about you
Every morning I wake up a ghost I wake up a dancing spec in the light that shines through your window I wake up as the shiver you grunt away, fisting bed covers nearer and over head, a hot cave of breath underneath until you can’t stand the heat anymore I’m your ghost