Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
— (via flowing-air)
Reblogged from Easy Thursdays.

Look into my eyes so you know what it’s like to live a life not knowing what a normal life’s like.

Reblogged from Stay gold, Ponyboy
hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

There are times in our lives when we have to realize our past is precisely what it is, and we cannot change it. But we can change the story we tell ourselves about it, and by doing that, we can change the future.
Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters (via feellng)
Reblogged from feeling

rabioheab:

it’s time for leo dicaprio to give up on his acting career and open a coffee shop called Leonardo DiCappuccino 

Everybody is nothing until you love them.
— Tennessee Williams, The Rose Tattoo (via feellng)
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nokiabae:

my biggest fear is I’m married & my husband says, “let’s cut sugar out of our diet” so I have to leave with the kids in the middle of the night

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer
— Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty (via t-h-a-i)
Reblogged from hi cutie

at a horror movie

  • bf: are you scared?
  • me: in this economy who wouldn't be
Reblogged from Stay gold, Ponyboy

incredifishface:

i fucking love scripts.

Reblogged from you be the anchor
hplyrikz:

Find your inspiration here

hplyrikz:

Find your inspiration here

hermione:

I made it, Mom. I’m a grown up.

Jack (1996), dir. Francis Ford Coppola

Rest in peace, Robin.

I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.
— Janet Fitch (via larmoyante)
Reblogged from Larmoyante
The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.
— Marcel Pagnol (via larmoyante)
Reblogged from Larmoyante