dream on, little dreamer
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via thesoutherly)


Last words.



I said no fucking twizzlers, Billy!

give me my twizzlers, fuckboy

You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.
A Message to My Followers and Everyone Else That Ever Reads This (#127: February 3, 2014)   (via forebidden)
a story of friendship


human: :(

dog: :D

human: :D


Let’s be nothing… I heard it lasts forever.