Dead Eyes Speak In Volumes

Roisin. 16. London. Metal. Drum n Bass. Weed. Gigs. Rave. Drink. Drugs. Banter. Films. Adventure time. Clubs. Pubs. Cuddles. Piercings. Stretchers. Tattoos. Tea. Cheese. Candles. Incense. Beards. Long hair. Veggie. If someone can engage me in conversation about existence you win. It's all about peace,love&good vibes✌️🌎 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 B&W blog is off-the-road-to-recovery.

[absolempussey]

[thebestoftumbling]

[waitingforthatday-deactivated20]

[trashfemale]

[ferneleanorillustration]

[the-humdrum-gatsby]

"If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets"

- my english professor

[pervocracy]

I think about this quote all the time and I feel like it explains a lot of things about human behavior

[pourmesometime]

[vanish]

[champagnepadre]

when ur friendly mutual keeps talking to the musty person u hate

[usfckng]

[chingaaatumadre]

[gaylightsavings]

gf: *sends dirty text* me: omg don’t forget to tag ur posts with nsfw… how inconsiderate tbh

[theanimalmemes]

more text messages here

[ink-pedia]

pari corbitt

[nickfuckface]

parents: “u should be more active” me: 

[blackgirlsvevo]

no offense but how are girls so damn pretty like I can’t go one day w/o seeing a girl so pretty that i’m partially reborn like no offense but can girls really chill

[trust-no-witch]

I'm at the point where I want to be completely and utterly devoted to someone, even if it ends in heartbreak. I want to feel love.