*throws flower petals at you* be my friend
look at this card
Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.
Søren Kierkegaard (via kushandwizdom)
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
are all 11 year olds homophobic and racist or have I found a particularly bad group
Paris, Photo by Konstantin Belov
i hope manners is the next cool trend