fiction

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

kelekelo:

every class is art class if you dont care enough

(via sixtininer)

astonishingly:

50 shades of fucked up

(Source: astonishingly, via crystallized-teardrops)

guiltyhipster:

Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know. 

(via de-caf)

speedlimit15:

*pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce”*

(via de-caf)

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury  (via seulray)

(via de-caf)

I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.


-Sade Andria Zabala | Thought of the Day: Self-Discovery (via elektrik667)

(via crystalited)