We’re soulmates
But in another timeline …
i shouldve been born a lizard
bask in the sun and don’t have to pay taxes
Dear diary, Mood: Apathetic
The whole world is against me. Just because i’m so popular. I’m spreading like wildfire and I am showing no signs of stopping now. Why do they want to flatten my curve. Why can’t I get the love I deserve.
If this were a job, they would fire us, but they can’t. For I am a virus.
I also enjoy chess and cheese
Guys from the 30s turn 90 while those from the 90s turn 30.
(via just-shower-thoughts)
A year ago I thought I stopped loving you. I though I could be stone cold when seeing your face. I would soon realise that I was so wrong.
So, why is it that I’m back here, loving you, an entire year later?
- Get out of my head
You ever see a pretty dress, a well-organised notebook, a peculiar balcony or read one line of poetry and get the overwhelming urge to reinvent yourself
(via owls-on-pointe)
save the bees… and save the bats, save the wasps, save the moths. they are all pollinators, and they are all important to the earth, even if our human eyes don’t deem them as charming as hummingbirds. we have to protect them too!
the LITERAL point of this post was that even if we don’t particularly like certain pollinators, we shouldn’t condone their extinction.
it’s heartbreaking that people are reblogging this with “i hate wasps, they can die!“ wrong! try again! it’s actually not about you, sorry.
(via elkstudies)
save the bees… and save the bats, save the wasps, save the moths. they are all pollinators, and they are all important to the earth, even if our human eyes don’t deem them as charming as hummingbirds. we have to protect them too!
the LITERAL point of this post was that even if we don’t particularly like certain pollinators, we shouldn’t condone their extinction.
it’s heartbreaking that people are reblogging this with “i hate wasps, they can die!“ wrong! try again! it’s actually not about you, sorry.
(via elkstudies)
She had loved three boys over the course of her entire life.
The first felt like a summer’s breeze. He held her hand and kissed her goodnight. The perfect gentleman; everything she thought that she had ever wanted. But that’s the thing about want: you never want the things you need.
The second felt like fire. He lit her spark with his own heat and they burned the world down together. They grew like a wildfire and she would never be the same again. But that’s the thing about fire: at some point you can’t catch your breath.
The third felt like a sunrise. He was supposed to be the perfect combination of the two. He burned, but only on a candle, and he made her feel as if her life had become a waltz. But that’s the thing about putting two things into one: they lose the best parts of themselves.
