Never Ever Trip
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via silencedbywords)
razcal:

opsidian:

thelaurenline:

emperornehru:

byrongraffiti:

Me when I play my friends my music.

I say this way more than I should have to.

Because the beat isn’t everything

idol

Ball is life 

razcal:

opsidian:

thelaurenline:

emperornehru:

byrongraffiti:

Me when I play my friends my music.

I say this way more than I should have to.

Because the beat isn’t everything

idol

Ball is life 

comradekatie:

“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.”  -Albert Camus (The Stranger) 

comradekatie:

“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.”  -Albert Camus (The Stranger) 

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.
Gone Girl (Gillian Flynn)
It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.
That Summer (Sarah Dessen)

weedjoke420:

no offense but what the fuck am i doing