theonion:

Man Not Himself Until He Has So Much Coffee He Feels Like He’s Going To Die

Michael Cusack
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
written by Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via larmoyante)

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tommybruce:

The light that comes into my room through my windows every night
2014

that can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
withoutyourwalls:

Eve Fowler
boyirl:

candy - Charlie Speeckaert
shadowonyx:

6 of 12: “Anxiety”