Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.
Watching as tumblr turns into basically this

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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
When your rig breaks in every way imaginable.

animatorlife:

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What…  Is…  Happening…

acknice:

My kinda flavors… Just add a pistachio

acknice:

My kinda flavors… Just add a pistachio

littlebekz:

bornavillain:

thecrimsonalchemist:

There are just some sounds that everyone loves:

  • Shoes on gravel
  • Crackling of a fire
  • The snapping of necks of those who think they can disrespect you
  • Cats purring

what was that middle one

crackling of fire

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath  (via le-minte)

drarna:

in hell you have to explain every one of your text posts to a sweet old lady from the 1800s