pick somewhere and go there. do it. then take me with you. preferably iceland, bali, or alaska.
(via t0rum)
I hadn’t even lived
until that day
in the swimming pool,
that night
on the staircase,
or that morning
in the dorm room.Each time
some specter of the world
that I still am not privy to,
would come visit
and grab me by the spine,
pull me away and whisper:
here are the things you’re missing.
this is actually a perfect poem.
and probably one of my favourites that you’ve written, bud.
i wish my hair was brighter red. or like darker red.
(Source: never-estimate, via sleazesister)
bby let me luv u.
i do this thing where i really like reblogging pictures of people who look like they’ve just been in a fight. whuddup, bloodup
(via southerncharmm)
remember when i lived in toronto during the school year, and my room was always 100% colder than it was outside all the time. yeah me too.
tomorrow i’m going to look at a possible room to rent for next year and i’m really really really really really really really really hoping it goes well and it’s as perfect as it sounded on kijiji and this guy let’s me rent because that would just make my life perfect.
someone find me a dandelion to wish on?
there are people lighting off fireworks outside for the long weekend, and it’s making my puppy anxious so all night she’s been sitting right underneath the chair i’m in because apparently it’s safe from fireworks there.