18 8 / 2014

18 8 / 2014

pinkmckinley:

do not think about your crush in an old sweatshirt with scruffy hair and a sleepy smile ok dont think about them humming to themselves as they make breakfast in this attire ok dont think about how the light hits them as they sit down across from you and eat breakfast ok just dONT

(via hawkeyeed)

18 5 / 2014

18 5 / 2014

18 5 / 2014

18 5 / 2014

12 5 / 2014

dylan o’dyinggggg

dylan o’dyinggggg

(via hashtag-f0rever-al0ne)

07 5 / 2014

some days I wish I could fast forward to when I have it all sorted out

some days I wish I could fast forward to when I have it all sorted out

07 5 / 2014

note to self 

note to self 

07 5 / 2014

Don’t underestimate me.
I know more than I say.
Think more than I speak. 
And notice more than you realize.

26 4 / 2014

08 4 / 2014

Marriage is an insane proposal.

(Source: ofelias)

04 4 / 2014

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: pponies)

25 2 / 2014

25 12 / 2013

Recent picks - DEC. 2013 from juliesemplonius on 8tracks Radio.

Recent picks - DEC. 2013