this is how I feel all the time. surrounded by fake ass people.
|—||Don DeLillo, White Noise (via wiltedbones)|
There’s a boy that appears perfect. He’s blonde and blue-eyed and fit and in ROTC and he’s kind and smart and best of all…his favorite bands are exactly the same as mine (aka zeppelin, fleetwood mac, pink Floyd, etc) and I want to know him so terribly. This weekend may be my chance. I just have to have the courage to make real moves.
Hiroshima, Japan in 1971.
if a song was in shrek theres no way to un-associate it with shrek its forever going to be a shrek song
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
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"A few days before she died, my mom called us all together and told us that she’d had a dream. She said that she dreamed she had died, and that she met my dad in heaven. She begged my dad to let her stay with him, but he told her: ‘You have to go back. Or there will be nobody to raise our kids.’ Three days later she got a very bad ache in her stomach, and we rushed her to the hospital. She lived for about a week, but she was unconscious the entire time. It was Christmas time, so on Christmas Eve I went and sat by her bed. At one point she sat up, opened her eyes, and looked right at me. I said: ‘Mom! Mom! Mom!’ But she laid back down, closed her eyes, and never opened them again.”
|—||Anaïs Nin (via feellng)|