jaclcfrost:

don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck

captainclarkes:

and anywhere i would’ve followed you
say something i’m giving up on you

“You do not need pasta.”

— Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning  (via seabelle) —

  1. me:*gets out of day old pajamas*
  2. me:*takes a shower*
  3. me:*gets into clean pajamas*
  4. me:summertime

literaturewank:

"Your mom is gaaay!"

"Which one?"

"…"

[stunned silence]

Some kids are arguing on my street, one has lesbian moms. I fucking can’t breathe.

the-art-of-fangirling:

anniesscreams:

WHEN AUTHORS SAY THEY DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO THEIR CHARACTERS AFTER THE BOOK ENDS?? YES YOU DO. YES YOU DO STOP.

peter van houten