lostintheastralplane:

When we were little our parents told us we were destined for great things, then our teachers tell us that if we work hard we can be whatever we want to be, classmates help us, boost our self esteem. We have all been taught to believe that we will get what we want, whatever we want. But do you want…

joebaxter:

‘But that’s enough about me – what about you? What do you like to do?’

‘Me? Oh…’ She smiles coyly, as though she’d not expected to be asked. ‘Well, I love to sleep!’

I love to sleep…how can you love to sleep? You don’t experience sleep - the whole point is that you’re in an…

courtneythewriter:

I’m sure you’re sitting in your room
watching Netflix in your underwear.
I’d like to think you’re writing
poetry about me,
but I doubt that is the case.

I just have to warn you —
I am a mess.
I wear oversized t-shirts
far too often.
I am very clumsy.
I snort when I laugh.
I don’t like to go out a…

itsbananatastic:

Life hands you a lot of lemons
Too many to keep up with,
and you try to sell them
Just to get some burden
Off your back,
but one thing you learn
is
No one wants to buy
motherfucking
Lemons.

All they want,

all they ever want,

Is

Lemonade.

I’m afraid of falling.

little-word-shaker:

So
I climbed to the top
Of the tallest tree
In the world
Because I had to get away
From the wolves
And I needed to see how much
I loved you
From a new perspective.

High School Didn’t Prepare Me for This

verrloren:

I.
Will you miss me
when I leave?
Will you toss and
turn in your sleep?

II.
In your dreams,
you’ll say everything
you were too shy to say,
and in mine,
I fear you’ll push
me away.

III.
I wanted to fall in love,
but I fell into confusion,
and you can’t be a winner
when all you know is losing.

IV.
Please remind yourself
to keep in touch,
because remember
we were supposed
to fall in love.

V.
(Come on, babe,
we’re late.)

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

cas-get-into-my-ass:

danisnotafaggot:

frazerburnslemons:

tinychatter:

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told

It would be impossible. Its a paradox. The book would be part of you and if you were reading it then it would be open. And if you were an open book then you wouldn’t have lies to tell and therefore the book would be empty and you can’t read blank pages.

dude

how to spot a whovian

I’m with Ned

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joebaxter:

The problem with being depressed, apart from the fact that it’s bloody depressing, is that you lose your sense of perspective. One day you wallow in lethargic despair, the next you manage a short walk and you feel like you’re superhuman. You want to validate your achievements, but you are no…

I’m slowly getting pulled into the dark side of liking Lana Del Ray…

noonereadstheurl:

I honestly can’t blame David Karp for wanting to sell this website

You can only be called “daddy” by white middle-class teenaged girls so many times before something just snaps

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