onlybestquotes
Reblogged enjoy-spot
skullxcrusher-deactivated201501
nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.
Reblogged insexs
dream date: we get chinese food delivered, it’s raining, i take a shower in your shower (it must be a nice shower with good water pressure), you let me wear your clothes after i shower, you have a cat that i can pet, we watch movies, i fall asleep in your bed for like fifteen hours, you fall in love with me
mrpcakes
Reblogged asian
it’s soooo weird how parents name their kid ‘hunter’ like if you’re going to name your kid a profession at least name them a respectable one like firefighter
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Over the next week I’ll be rolling a variety of blunt pipes. First one up is the original @bluntpipe by valleyrec420
Reblogged calms
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
a woman has twins and gives them up for adoption
one of them goes to a family in egypt and is named amal the other goes to a family in spain they name him juan
years later juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. upon receiving the picture she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of amal
he responds “they’re twins if you’ve seen juan you’ve seen amal”
Reblogged asian
“I bring word from the swamp prince, the old pacts shall be honored, muster your forces at first light…”
Reblogged florast
so its 2:17 am and my window is open and i burped really loudly and i heard someone yell “what the fuck”
Reblogged stability
february-deactivated20160722
teacher: what inspired you to write this essay?
me: the due date.
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Dear mom,
It’s been a week and a half since you died and your funeral was last Saturday. Every flower in this house smells like the funeral home. Smelling the flowers is painful.
To be quite honest, everything is painful. Setting the table with only three instead of four plates is painful. Not seeing you on the couch in the early hours of the morning is painful. Listening to our song is painful. Walking into the house and shouting ‘Mom, I’m home’ is painful.
But the thing that sucks the most is that the only person I want to talk to about all this is you, but you aren’t here anymore.
Dear Mom, 6/13/15 (via d-a-y-t-r-i-p-p-e-r)
Reblogged insexs
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe (via kissmee-sex)