i didnt choose the thug life my mom picked it out for me
(Source: shewillbelubed, via crossfading)
"People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands."
- Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via cultivate-solitude)
sorry your password must contain the entire alphabet, your left foot, a theme song to a television show, and the blood of your enemies
did you know that bashing my music taste increases your chances of changing my opinion by 0%
(Source: exhaledoom, via tea-for-a-madhatter)