I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
― Elay Neal Moses (via teenager90s)

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I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
 Joan Didion, Why I Write (via teenager90s)
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zeekayart:

a guide for people who can’t tell the 90s from the early 2000s apart

  • if people are dressed in neon, it’s the 90simage
  • if people are dressed in space age metallics, it’s the 2000simage

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zultanmalik:

enemaroberts:

when someone tries to show me receipts on my #problematic fave

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5sos stans

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sehwun:

sehwun:

sehwun:

so after my prom there was an after party and i got home last night at 5am and went straight to sleep and this morning i check my phone and i have 3438 messages from people asking if im okay omfg what hte heck did i do

update: apparently i drank a little too much and danced for 4 hours straight and then passed out on a couch crying about chicken nuggets

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I wish this happened at prom

(Source: sehwun)

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Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
Bob Marley (via feellng)
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riplogic:

*loses drink in scotland* where did my Glasgow

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superstreetfighter2turbohdremix:

i am 0% the person i was three years ago and i would probably get in a fight with 2011 me

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