I worry for a second that she wants to set us up: I am not interested in being set up. I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I’m too self-conscious otherwise. I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned in Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.
6:02 pm • 15 September 2014
Mess is Mine
Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe
Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine
Your mess is mine
- Mess Is Mine, Vance Joy
11:37 pm • 10 September 2014 • 4 notes
My dad and I made this fishtank for my mum for Christmas a few years ago with dollhouse furniture. I thought it was pretty rad
5:38 pm • 5 September 2014 • 291,212 notes
“Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.
I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via feellng)
5:37 pm • 5 September 2014 • 2,088 notes
“Right now, someone you haven’t met is out there wondering what it would be like to meet someone like you.”
— Unknown (via disbar)
5:37 pm • 5 September 2014 • 25,206 notes