May 24, 2013
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh (via lostinthesounds) from Shirty, the slightly aggressive bearMay 22, 2013
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
Sigmund Freud (via perfect)(Source: vrban, via bowribbonsandpearls)
from hijinksMay 21, 2013
I’ll be your virgin breaker cherry thing
Katherine, in regards to making out with other girls recreationally
May 20, 2013
I don’t want a boyfriend, I just want someone to buy my icecream all summer.
May 15, 2013
flamingo eye day 2.
it has attempted to spread to the other non-flamingo eye.
i hate not being able to wear mascara, my eyelashes look like spiders.
you never realize how vain you are until you can’t look the way you want to.
May 14, 2013
May 13, 2013
It’s nice to know…
that the ghosts of my not-boyfriends past are alive and well, and still ready to drive me bananas.
CEST LA VIE I suppose.
May 10, 2013
May 7, 2013
from Shirty, the slightly aggressive bearA Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers by Xiaolu Guo
