emmugh:

I like new friends because I can reuse old jokes

(via ruinedchildhood)

ricardology:

He cold as hell for this.

ricardology:

He cold as hell for this.

(via ruinedchildhood)

Everything got so cold, so fast.

definitelydope:

Borne to the East. (by Misma Andrews)

keep-away-reality:

17th of September

keep-away-reality:

17th of September

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947   (via owls-love-tea)

(Source: hellanne, via somahh)