Walking around my neighborhood, I keep seeing this car. It’s an older beige Camry or Corolla, utterly nondescript except for the bumper sticker on its left rear bumper that reads:
Try Optimism! It Just Feels Better!
I’m thinking it can’t be a good thing that whenever I see this, I find myself wishing it was night, and I was holding a baseball bat.
cool like hurt
Kayla. 21. Long Island + SUNY Purchase.
Sociology major. Pizza enthusiast.
Talk to me, if you want.
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Sleep will come for me
but not until you and I
wear each other out. -
Charles Wilkin. Meanwhile.
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(via crowcrow)
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(Source: sgtgasmask, via tgifreitag)
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(via idterab)
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(via villenoire)
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A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
— E.E. Cummings (via idterab) -
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Inspiration
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