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alexgaskarthdoingthings:

Why is calling somebody a punk an insult like hell yeah im punk I bleed fall out boy

"Sext: I saw you for the first time in 3 years yesterday and all of a sudden I was 15 again and it was January and I still thought that love smelled like stale Christmas trees and tasted like snow. And we became adults together and fell apart like adults do because they don’t know anything more than children.
Sext: I saw you for the first time in 3 years yesterday, but you did not even act like you recognized me and suddenly I am 18 and it is June and love smells like melting asphalt and tastes like blood."

— "The First One" by Claire Luisa (via siameasy)

adamnsight:

Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. 

"Because this is my life. And that’s the only explanation you will ever need."
— (via coyotegold)
"But some people can’t tell where it hurts.
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling."

— Margaret Atwood (via rabbitinthemoon)