January 2010
I'm 17 now, unfortunately.
life’s too short for commitment.
what if i diie right before or after graduation?
i’ve wasted the best years, and only, of my life.
50 interesting facts.
theindiehippie:
burnbrighter:
goldensilence:
yerawizardharry:
1. If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side.
2. If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.
3. Chewing gum while peeling onions will...
reblog if your gonna spend valentines alone....
theindiehippie:
laurenglennon:
sierraa:
clarencejohn:
nikslopez:
kareelestanislao:
itstoolegit:
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LUVIN MY LIFE LIKE YEAH.
reblog if your gonna spend valentines alone....
theindiehippie:
laurenglennon:
sierraa:
clarencejohn:
nikslopez:
kareelestanislao:
itstoolegit:
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LUVIN MY LIFE LIKE YEAH.
“I don’t have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.”
– George Carlin (via littledidheknow) (via isotoldyouso) (via kimclit) (via honeysticks) (via suicideunderground)
brokenmachine:
Bloc Party || Signs
The last...
“But a part of me knows I’m going to die, and doesn’t care. In fact, I wish like...”
– Marya Hornbacher (Madness) (via knockturn) (via suicideunderground)
Since the Eiffel Tower was built, about 400 people...
(via likeneelyohara)
“My ambition is handicapped by laziness.”
– Charles Bukowski (via fullmoonbloom)
is stardust as volatile...
as i am?
“There’s someone out there for everyone, except this is like the world’s largest...”
– (via runawaytrain)
i love [part deux]
my friends.
wanderlust.
that one word describes all that i am.
Listen
Listen
fullmoonbloom.tumblr.com/ask →
fullmoonbloom:
HI.
“Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened....”
– J.R.R. Tolkien
Listen
we work all our lives
and then what?
howl
suicideunderground:
mollipop:
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
