— Julio Ramón Ribeyro

“What is life? A little flame at the tip of 

a candle, exposed to a strong wind.”

"It is dragons." ”

"It is dragons." ”
Dragons?” said her mother. “Teora, don’t be mad.”
"I’m not. They’re coming."
“How could you possibly know that?” her sister asked, with a note of scorn in her voice. “One of your little dreams?”
Teora gave a tiny nod, chin trembling. “They were dancing. In my dream.And everywhere the dragons danced the people died.”

killian jones describing himself.

— The Winter of the Air

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

holding in a fart all day and finally getting home

WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLD ON

THIS IS BASICALLY THE WHOLE SONG

IN ONE POST.

Me in pretty much every social event

— Californication

“She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.”

*wink*

— sw (ms-woodsworld) “Curves (vs) Angles”

“If you stopped
tilting your head
at that awkward angle,
and looked at this
from another perspective,
you would clearly see
I was always right
there in front of you,
giving you my all;
and the only awkward
thing about any of this
is that your hands no longer
caress the curves
they grew to know so well.
It was you - you were the one
who turned the corner
and disappeared.”

You are...

You are perfect. Every single one of you.