fiction
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

silenthill:

*puts my bro’s dick in my hand*

see, its a metaphor. it’s only gay if i jack it

(via marinanal)

Chemistry.
is
you touching my arm
and
it
setting fire to my mind.
-Flood, Nayyirah Waheed  (via keep-it-golden)

(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via inspiring)

I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.
-Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale  (via inspiring)

(Source: observando, via inspiring)