when u accidentally drop ur phone on ur face.
me in the grocery store when my mom escapes
(Source: imwithkanye, via riottshields)
“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”
—typewriterdaily, “All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands” (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
Yes. (via ifothersonlyknew)
(Source: typewriterdaily, via mollyconnolly)
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
the pack survives.
(Source: bebrave-bekind, via jermtube)
Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.