“Hold the fuck up.” I say. I am the fuck up. Please hold me.
I recommend not to go through my “likes” page right now.
“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.”
I wanted to tell them that I’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real one.
Until Dante.
“Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.”
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
lmao the fucking sHADE
this is my favourite post EVER
Loving this secret reference
If you don’t know what this reference is to, get off tumblr.
“you don’t look gay”
well i’m sorry i left my kristen stewart costume at home



