Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. — Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (via iaeterna)
(Source: lostinthesounds, via identityonfuckingfire)
(Source: tanned--skin, via vrtue)
or maybe this is me secretly falling together..
(Source: pastelbitchquotes, via vrtue)
she’s fucking gorgeous
(Source: imi-loa, via illuminators)
the most perfect post on tumblr
this made me cry actually
oh god it is
What book is this! Someone please tell me I need new books to read
What is that book?!
omg its 10 thngs we did (and probably shouldnt have)
(Source: 270293, via juuliazc)
in my dreams
(Source: , via dandelionsunsets)
it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and special?
(Source: lalouveblanche, via p-rkwaydrive)
if I can’t find anyone to go to the bookstore with me tomorrow I’m just gonna go by myself
I haven’t been to the bookstore in so long, I’m over due
(Source: kiiwikisses, via evolutional)
(Source: sadbunnny, via evolutional)