im trying not to judge books by their covers
but
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hi hello, how are you. well, i guess i'm doin' fine.
my 8tracks + last.fm + my other tumblr; hippiesongs
*reads the last line again*
*closes the book*
*deep sigh*
*screams*
*throws book out the window*
*jumps out the window after it*
*writhes in pain while clutching the book*
*cries and rocks it back and forth*
*puts it back down on the shelf*
*deep breath*
*Calls friend* “read this book”
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panic attacking and crying in my macaroni
Princess Yvonne and Prince Alexander, 1955 by Marianne Sayn-Wittgenstein-Sayn.
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| mom: | you haven't moved since I left the house 6 hours ago wtf |
| me: | excuse me where do you think these chips came from |
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hobbies include talking to random middle aged men about classic rock
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Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
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