what

all I want is a wallet as thick as my thighs

[allsonargent]

Wayne + holding dogs

[mabylc]

me: not today, satan 

satan: you’ve been canceling our plans for weeks now. if it’s something i said, please just tell me

[katefullergecko-deactivated2025]

At least devils danced. All the angels ever seemed to do was cry.

K.F. Gecko  (via katefullergecko)

[rbcages]

One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via rbcages)

[thequotejournals]

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Kalyn RoseAnne (via wordsnquotes)

[whatevernatureis]

my dog: this water no good,,,, it is too gross. it has bin here in this here water bowl too long for an hour…. that… is to long for it to be dranken…

also my dog: this poddle… in the road. it is…….. so… refreshing…….

[artsnquotes]

Art, to me, is the interpretation of the impression which nature makes upon the eye and brain.

Childe Hassam (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Things that were hard to accept 1. Your expectations are just that. Your expectations. People are not obligated to live up to them or abide by them. Even if they are in certain cases obligated to do so, there is no guarantee that they will. So don’t base your plans on that. And don’t base your life on that. 2. You can walk away. But so can they. You can be hurt and you can be mad. But they will still walk away. They have that option. They can exercise that choice. People can get toxic for you. Believe it or not, so can you. 3. People have bullied you. And teased you. And judged you. But the person judging you constantly and the most harshly is you yourself. 4. They don’t respect you because you don’t respect yourself. 5. Not letting go is only keeping you sad and frustrated and stuck. They are unaffected. They are living their life wonderfully. They are free. 6. Taking care of yourself takes effort. It’s not just good feel quotes and pretty aesthetics. It’s work. A lot of work. It’s doing things that take time and sometimes it’s doing things you don’t want to do. 7. It’s gone. The past. You can regret as much as you like. But you’re only wasting more time. 8. Sometimes you are going to use the word love even though you don’t 100% want to. It’s because like is too little and there is no word in between. It’s because we use the same word for fries and for people. It’s because love means so many different things to every individual. It’s because you do love them. In one of those several meanings. 9. Sometimes you have to suck it up. It’s okay. Not every situation is meant for you to show your ‘true courage’ or real feelings.

creatingnikki  (via wordsnquotes)

[goodreadss]

listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go.

E.E. Cummings (via goodreadss)

[tennosuke]

[hillergoodspeed]

[black-culture]

[thequotejournals]

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via thequotejournals)

[thomas-hanks]

[sideraclara]

do u ever feel like ur pulling an academic icarus flying too close to your deadlines on wings of deeply flawed time management

[wnq-music]

I want to get comfortable with my insecurities until I am no longer insecure. I want to be comfortable in my skin so that I do not need to dump any of my discomfort onto someone else in the form of judgment.

Damien Rice (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

The first night living together, we piled our suitcases in the corner; warmed up a frozen pizza, and sat crisscross applesauce under a broken coffee table, drank water in paper cups, and tried to imagine how our lives would grow within these walls. We were two lovers living on the floor, bare rooms and battered blinds. All we had to boast for is a padded air mattress, a set of silverware, and a cactus that somehow survived the winter. We had everything.

Schuyler Peck, Newlyweds  (via wordsnquotes)