In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses. —  Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via carnalitea)

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katkinkat:

*forgets to talk to friends for 4 weeks*

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tardisheart:

DO YOU EVER WANNA TALK ABOUT A THING SO MUCH YOU’RE GONNA EXPLODE BUT NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE THING SO YOU CAN’T AND JUST WOW! LET! ME! TALK! ABOUT! THE! THING!

(via jessicalogic)

Is it bad that I would gladly sell my boston calling tickets to have two days to lie in my bed?

Where is everybody. They’re here but not around. Even if they were around I’d just make some excuse to make them leave or seclude myself away. I need to talk to people.

diinkle-berg:

me at the end of the school year.

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enjolrasthechief:

ivanbraginskii:

accidentally falls in love with a personified country

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fuckyeahbwayhotties:

Matthew James Thomas

Lawdy

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Tim tries to write his thesis (x)

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thugzmansion:

my intro to queerness: spinelli from recess

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cannibaljackrabbit:

I need to dye my hair, spend way too much time doing my makeup, put on my lace lingerie, glittery heels, and just fawn over myself for awhile.

(via lagio)

i’d like to formally apologize to anyone i’ve disappointed with my terrible friendship skills

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