954 Plays

thelonesomecrowdednorth:

I’m trying to drink away the part of the day

that I cannot sleep away

(via fuck-yeah-modest-mouse)

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

(Source: unhistorical, via lordnavarro)

cumrn:

blankbabe:

we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones

yeah and? 200 years ago they had oil paintings
life goes on

(via welcometobangk0k)

jewishsanta:

when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper

(via welcometobangk0k)

me: Oh what the fuck
friend: what happened?
me: this scenario I created in my head got intense

hannahvickers:

like honestly, sleeping next to someone is the nicest thing. like when you half wake up at 4am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you. lovely.

(Source: hhannahvickers, via advanceuponthereal)