Write Drunk; Edit Sober.

paralacking:

no that’s my person don’t go near my person doNT TOUCH MY PERSON THEY ARE MY PERSON AND YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME NO

Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
The most sober thing a drunk person could say  (via bl-ossomed)
how can you call yourself a feminist but then drool over a boy?
Anonymous

tom-sits-like-a-whore:

babe i can fight the patriarchy and ride a dick those things are not mutually exclusive

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’
‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected.
‘I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.
‘I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, ‘Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’
I was kind of crying by then.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via kushandwizdom)

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Never take a chance with a tattoo artist whose arms are bare. Never put your money on a fighter without any scars. But most importantly, never trust someone who only knows how to tell you they love you with their lips.
(via felicityx3)
Fall for him but never chase him, never.
What my mother told me about falling in love (via pagibigdatcom)
swiftbeat:

(by Sam Alive)
I have so much of you in my heart.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)