carouseloflouis:

Dear Sleep: you were mine for the summer, now we know its nearly over, feels like snow in September, but I always will remember you were my summer love

kaedytheawesome:

There’s certain people who I question why I’m even friends with them. They only talk to me when it’s convenient for them and honestly I’m not a video you can pause and pick up when you’re ready. 


heavenhillgirl:

Trainspotting (1996), dir. Danny Boyle

trashboat:

i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap

Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Am I ready for this? Am I ready for a different face, a different taste? A deeper voice pronouncing the word ‘stay’ or teeth not quite as square? Can I lose myself in eyes that are missing the darker tone of blue than what I’m used to, and am I okay to never see the freckle that lies on your waterline? Am I prepared for new inside jokes and a laugh that doesn’t sound like the coughing fit of a man with a three week old cold? I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to have my dreams invaded with some else’s lips. But I guess I have to be.
Jessica Haley Mathews, “Am I Ready?” (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wnq-writers)