And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via ghostwalls)
(Source: blua)
We are blinded by the word beauty. In reality it has no definition. It has no form, no shape, no meaning. This word is not a noun - it is not an adjective. It is merely an opinion - and should be treated as such. Beautiful is a smile, the sounds you hear while falling asleep, the shaking in your fingers while touching a lover.
how awkward are you on a scale from one to miranda cosgrove riding a candycane
I walked into the kitchen and lost my appetite for some reason.
You walk into the kitchen. There’s nobody home, and the lights are dim. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him
Spongebob Squarepants
(Source: seethroughgrayeyes)
