August 2009
62 posts
Reblog if you love Neopets. No matter how old you...
roanlizbeth:
fwurtola:
(via readerimarriedhim)
almost five years(:
since the 6th grade. :]
“I can’t explain myself I’m afraid, sir” Said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you...”
– Lewis Carroll (via alternativeplans)
Well I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said “see look thats yours! Stacked on top with your brother’s See how they resemble one another Even in their plastic little covers.”
- ‘blood bank’ by bon iver
“It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for...”
– Nick Hornby, How To Be Good
“we try at a lot of things we don’t know, yet we also try at things we...”
– unknown
I speak fluent Chinese fingertrap dirty talk, and not just with the bottom-feeders, the trough-eaters. I am the jam to your jelly, loverboy, and I write you bullshit love-letters on restaurant menus and bathroom stalls I hear the change in your pants pocket, can nickel and dime your libido as skillfully as any back-alley Aphrodite – I’m your ‘x marks the spot’, baby. My...
“I believe that vampires are the world’s greatest golfers but their curse is they...”
– Tracy Jordan (30 Rock) (via squeegybeckinheim: tvquotes: expectationsvsreality: 30rockquotes) (via howdiabolical)
“As an actor, I get great pleasure playing this evil little b**tard”
– Tom (via fuckyeahtomfelton)
“sometimes the best thing we can do is just sit down and breathe for a minute. it...”
They looked old in the photo, I could see that now. They looked like two old people. Their features were soft. He looked smooth, sweet-faced, almost girlish. She looked strong, clear-boned, like a smiling young man from some Second World War film had crawled inside an older skin. They looked wise. They looked like people who didn’t mind, who were wise to how little time was left. Come in boat...
it’s the end of the world. we just forgot to tell you. cheer up, things can only get worse from this point in.
fiction
milkteeth:
i wish that for once, someone had the decency to throw all of their clothes and belongings into a bag and leave. just pack all the watches, letters, movie ticket stubs, fold all their best clothes, iron all their best shirts, to go places. to go to places they’ve never been to before. just leave their village or their town or their city, just quit their job, just phone their mother and...
Dear Mrs. Meyer,
I’m writing this letter to you, my dear author, by candlelight, here at my bedside. A cold breeze just drifted in through the open window, causing the drapes to rustle quietly. It would normally send a chill down my back, but my entire body is already cold from my condition. I only yearn for the warmth of red blood and the heat of my love for Bella Swan.
I’d like to...
“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero”
