fleur-ethereal:

Why is it so uncomfortably awkward to be around someone you were once intimate with?

You have seen me in my truest form, yet here I sit across from you stammering out my sentences and suddenly remembering what your hands once felt like on my body.

(via purrstachio)

tennants-hair:

what if scooby doo was just trying to teach us that

people are the real monsters

(via fullofwandering)

snapchatting:

i love my boyfriend, he’s so pretty and tall. people keep telling me that he’s just a tree but they don’t know anything about love

(via purrstachio)

sadfrick:

is it weird to masturbate on your friends couch

"Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty, you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling, it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void, you have nothing in your head save white light."

Jeff Buckley (via observando)

(via fullofwandering)

"That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence"

John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)

(Source: feellng, via thegirlwhocould-fly)

"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
‘Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?’"

T. S Eliot, The Waste Land (via diluvie)

(Source: aesthetesanonymous, via purrstachio)