Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.
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.
What… Is… Happening…
My kinda flavors… Just add a pistachio
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)|
in hell you have to explain every one of your text posts to a sweet old lady from the 1800s