unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

unlucid:

nocive:

meanwhile in Afghanistan

never gets old

steveaph:

people who survive the summer with long hair are surviving the apocalypse 

misbeliefs:

if u can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what u just said then we can’t be friends

Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.
note to self (via luxisdying)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

e.e. cummings (via observando)

snapchatting:

i can’t believe your hips would just lie to me like that

  1. straight couple: *make out in public at random intervals in weird places*
  2. straight couple: *grabs each other's asses in public*
  3. straight couple: *are not in any way inconspicuous about the fact that they are feeling each other up in public*
  4. gay couple: *holds hands in public*
  5. straight people: that is VILE and it is CORRUPTING my entire FAMILY. my grandmother is crying. my children have all shit their pants at the same time. WHO WILL THINK OF THE CHILDREN

Because I’m selfish. I’m a coward. I’m the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die. (x)