954 Plays


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)



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)


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


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)