She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that...– Haruki Murakami (via langleav)
I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening...– Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
let’s play a game called how long can i put off my assignment until i start stress crying
evolutional: why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day
partybarackisinthehousetonight: “tell me when,” the waiter says as he starts grating my parmesan cheese on my pasta. i sit there in silence and watch as the restaurant fills with cheese and suffocates everyone
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keautly: keautly: i think of hilarious text posts, but then i just don’t post them cuz i’m pretty sure i’m the only one who thinks i’m brilliant.