all day, every day.
Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction, cowboy, detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.
Alan Moore
‘Cause if you want love, we’ll make it
Swim in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans and break ‘em
This is bound to be a while
(via mayra2thumbsup)
i will follow you into the dark // jayme dee [death cab for cutie cover]
I look at you and I see the girl who ignored me in freshmen geometry while I sang the “Icky Vicky” song (which I have zero shame for knowing the words to) from the Fairly Odd Parents. I look at you and I see the girl that was always late to Spanish 2, looking like a hot mess with your softball bag leashed to your hand. I look at you and I see the girl that literally beat my ass in AP Biology which somehow prompted our friendship. I look at you and I see the girl that held my hand as I walked out of the closet. I look at you and I see a reel of memories that document how we went from strangers to lovers in four years. And while I look at you I remember that all I want to do is kiss you. So I do. I look at you and I’m reminded that I am… Selflessly. Incredibly. Undoubtedly. In love.
I look at you, Victoria, and I don’t want to stop.
She wears a heart that can melt my own.
(via victorianerd)
(via coodyalexander)
“I stand unmoving, while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.”
(via elvendorkpotter)

