June 2013
Never Let Me Go
Lana Del Rey
Never Let Me Go // Lana Del Rey
wow you’re so cute i just want to kiss your nose and hold your hand and buy you cute gifts and surprise you and cuddle with you and then cut your stomach open and rip your intestines out and wear them as a necklace
“SUCK MY DICK,” the fratbro shouts angrily, his popped collar clashing dangerously with his red face.
his friendbro turns to him. “sure,” he whispers. silence reigns. they kiss gently and the night is magical
sext: sorry just got this text haha. do u still have a boner?
you make my kokoro go fuck you
“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
—Jack Kerouac (via loveyourchaos)
could you handle being in an anime
could you handle holding toast in your mouth without dropping it while running
could you handle cicadas chirping loudly at all hours in the summer
could you handle all the cherry blossoms
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“I was born in the wrong generation!” I scream as I churn my own butter and marry my cousin
In Spanish, we don’t really say “I love you” we say “traeme una cerveza” which roughly translates to “you are the light of my soul” & I think that’s beautiful.
hahhahha omg
Why be addicted to drugs when you can be addicted to video games and experience crippling emotional pain (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
my entire life is just a test to see if i’ll commit suicide or homicide first.
“I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
—Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via fleurishes)
