(Source: idontgiveafucko8)
(Source: idontgiveafucko8)
i just got really fucked up thinking about clouds
- weigh as much as an elephant or a 747 or more but still float
- literally full of electricity much like your standard vibrator
- pisses rain all over us ungrateful bastards
- make cool shapes like rabbits or dongs
- they dont give a fuck where they go they just go to trash shit
props clouds, you’re metal as hell
(via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)
the worst feeling is when you’re close to someone but they have someone who they will always like more than they like you
(Source: hachikuji, via iamahugslut)
you know what i can actually relate to this one
(Source: bro-mom, via carry-on-my-wayward-butt)
“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
John Green, TFIO’s (via kevinchristiann)