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“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Magnetism”
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you know you’re really lazy when you get excited about cancelled plans.
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My trowel was anointed during my last class in archaeological theory with soil from Giza and Pecos. “Dig Straight Walls” he said as he pushed the soil-laden trowel to my forehead.
… or rather shows up at twelve thirty in the morning because I had told him I was going to have a mental breakdown over school then proceeded to fall asleep on my couch with all the lights on. I thought my “1:12 a.m. night nap” alarm was waking me up. Instead it was a phone call asking me to come open the door because there was a sketchy raccoon outside.