Shoes Are Meant For Rocking 💋

I love Spoby, books and fashion

[myxandme-blog]

[tatbilbsource]

let’s do this.

[inamortalivesinfictions]

How many fictional boyfriends do you have?

[mydearamerica]

DO YOU EVER CRY CAUSE:

The Prince:

“I mentally chastised myself. How typical to become so infatuated with the first girl I was ever allowed to actually have any sort of feelings for. It was foolish, too quick to be real, and I pushed the warmth away.”

The Elite:

“America, there’s no question that you’ve had my heart from the beginning. By now you have to know that.”

The One:

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

[WHALE NOISES]

MAXERICAAAA

[armsofstranger]

Ambrose, I love you

sincerely everyone

[cozyautumnblog]

[sweetpumpkinhead]

October. In bed, you’re warm and cozy and you hear the rain falling on your window and the rumble of thunder outside, as you listen you slowly drift off to sleep. 🍁🍂

[once-upon-a-spoby]

#nowthisislife

[bookguide]

“Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.”

Jenny Han, P.S I Still Love You

[sitancvit]

“People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not. There’s no telling how long you will have them near.It’s the good-byes that are hard.”

— P.S. I Still Love You

[once-upon-a-spoby]

[potatopato]

They’ll never find me…

[potatopato]

Or anything with birds on it for that matter

[emotionalwords]

[kctiebell]

what are some things that are infinite?

math: pi

einstein: the universe & human stupidity

gamers: the amount of times you have to tell your mom that video games can’t pause

tumblr: the amount of times you say you’re doing homework when you’re actually reading or on tumblr

artists: human imagination

me: maxon’s love for america

[thesweetfandomlife]

[macrolit]

My alma mater was books, a good library. I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.

Malcolm X (born on this day in 1925)

[poetryandthesea]

Falling in love with you was easy, perhaps even too easy. Coming to the realization that it had indeed happened was not. It had happened ever so subtle that it was nearly impossible for me to even notice that it was happening, just like those moments when you focus on your breathing and only then realize that you have been doing it all along. Gaining understanding of these feelings was no natural or slow process; it hit me like hurricane. And that’s the irony, isn’t it? The fact that loving you has always been so natural that I never even thought I could be doing it until that one day in September when I was staring at this wedding dress, the one with silk floating over collar bones and nothing but lace covering one’s back and I simply could not un-see you wearing it. That was the turning point, the final drop of water which the sink could not hold anymore, the record breaking earthquake which destroyed the house of oblivion I had built.

// ‘maybe you’re my first love, maybe you’re my last’ j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)