December 2009
November 2009
¿Por qué soñamos? Porque la vida es demasiada.
Home is not a place. It’s your mum making tea for you in the morning, your dad ironing your oxford shirts and hanging them on the outside of your doorknob—so as not to wake you up, fresh fruit constantly available because parents just remember to buy it, your keys on the hook in the pantry, patio lights going on without fail each night at 6 pm to remind you that even if no one is...
I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.
– Salvador Dali (via glitter-n-dope)
tell them
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and...
– Vladimir Nabokov (via suzywire)
Speak, Memory is killing me. How can anyone write such amazing prose?!
"Can I have a coke?" Is pepsi alright? "Uh, Is...
asleepyhead:
clavicula:
(via magicyouth)
AAAAAAAHAHAHA
seriously people. DON’T FUCK WITH ME.
Let's play "The Vagina Game."
w33dd1v4:
jtaylor:
randolphrankin:
bearxzy:
bbbrandon:
kimmychau:
ninersz:
emilyfbr:
Players reblog with movie titles, and in each title, one word must be substituted with the word “vagina.”
I’ll start :
My Big Fat Greek Vagina
War of the Vaginas
Finding Vagina
Into The Vagina
Free Vagina
Where the Vaginas Are.
10 Things I Hate About Vagina.
vagina in the city
...
Words do not express thoughts very well. They...
This is why I struggle. I want to be a writer but it’s like a battle with the English language; it’s elating to have a beautiful idea or bout of inspiration and then so discouraging when you can’t succeed in translating it to text. sigh. SIGHHH