Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via the-book-diaries)
this year i was
- trash
next year i hope to be
- hella trash
- possibly a trash king ?
That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.
im really in the mood to either be kissed or hit by a truck i dont really care which, surprise me
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES
ur favorite character fucking dies
you would not believe your eyes
If gays, lesbians and bis Were filled with pride as I fell asleep With trans, intersex and ace Every country, every place Don’t think me rude but I’d have a smile on my face
chameleon-g (via wnq-writers)
Mosquitos are just used needles with wings
have you seen dumbledores phoenix? he gives no fawkes
OH MY GOD-


