My hair is disheveled, my body is sore from taking the red eye last night and waiting out all the delays, I smell like shampoo, lox, cream cheese, and capers (which was delicious, btw), and I could honestly just sleep all day at this point, but I am going to work nonetheless. #riseandgrind #postvacationblues

I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing. —Henry MillerTropic of Cancer (via bookmania)
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if-thats-country:

So why am I drinkin like the night is young?
Oh don’t die drinkin like the night is young

themountainlaurel:

Hello PInecone Photography

“A long time ago, before I even met you,
someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
For years, it’s been stammering through
the same old tune.
I want you to know I’m trying.
I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
and farther apart.

No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough”

—Clementine von Radics (via miotero)
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#about me

I’d definitely kiss your entire face and make you pancakes and buy you records

(Source: xstayfocused)

I am not an easy person to love. Some days I will whisper how beautiful you are while planting gentle kisses all over your body. You will giggle and try to fight me off and in that moment my heart will have never felt so light.

But other days when my mind is a storm cloud threatening to explode, I will be a bundle of emotions that I cannot quite keep contained. I will be cold, distant, and you will look at me like I am not the same person you fell in love with.

I am a broken light switch. My moods flicker without anyone flipping me on and off. I wake up each morning and wonder which me you will encounter that day. I always hope it is the one who makes you want to stick around.

I am not easy to love. But what I need you to understand is that whether there is a war waging inside of my mind or I am the kind person that you adore, I will always love you.

I will love you in the morning. I will love you when you cry. I will love you when I am angry. I will love you when you’re being stubborn. I will love you when I don’t even love myself. I will love you.

I know that there will be days when you want to give up on me but I am asking you, please don’t. You see, you are the only one who has been able to settle the storm inside of me before I even realize it is surfacing.

I am not easy to love but I promise that I will always put up a fight. And I will love you no matter which me my light switch flips on that day.

LC (via forever-and-alwayss)

so relevant you dont even know

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brotherstories:

"Second Chances"- Gregory Alan Isakov

This past spring, I was lucky enough to see this man play this song. In a backyard. With only a handful of people. I was floored by the way he wove words together and have been waiting for the album to come out ever since.

I have been haunted by the chorus of this song…

"If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone."

In a handful of words, all of life’s relationships are laid bare. Grace, forgiveness, rinse & repeat. His new album is bound to be flawless- check it, mate.

My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire. —Jane Austen (via pureblyss)
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#quote

kristenmerieandacupoftea:

Oh Ray. 

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#train music

coffee-and-blankets:

therefined:

Someday.

I want this so bad tonight.

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sydsane:

Skies like these make me feel tiny

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'Til next time, San Diego. #SDCC

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#sdcc