I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.
"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?
Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”
i need to be alone like the way you left me
“Carrying a single bag, the young man is traveling alone at his whim with no particular destination in mind. He goes by train and gets off at any stop that arouses his interest. He takes a room, sees the sights, and stays as long as he likes. When he has had enough, he boards another train.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
if you havent seen zac efron without eyebrows i swear to god you have not lived
what about matt smith with eyebrows
Im pretty sure I’ve just woke the whole street up with my manic laughing
I can’t breathe!!!