I'm sorry I'm not sorry
I obsess AHS and Tate's darkness.
I'm into TMI, and some other stuff.
And I'm like a snow globe, that fell down and still had pretty much snow to twirl around, to be the snow

(Source: mrreservoirdog)




"i was the girl on yearbook, charity league, social chair… whatever my mom told me to do. i got straight a’s: sometimes a b in math, but my dad was a whiz, so he’d help me. and then on the weekends, i rode my little sister’s pony for fun. i even won some blue ribbons." "and then what happened?""well, my dad lost all his money, the pony lost all its hair, and my mom? kind of lost her mind. also, i got kicked out of school and my friend died. i guess everything happened. and then at some point, i just stopped being the girl who belonged at college. or anywhere, for that matter.”"everyone belongs somewhere.""maybe not everyone. maybe some people just get lost.”
"i was the girl on yearbook, charity league, social chair… whatever my mom told me to do. i got straight a’s: sometimes a b in math, but my dad was a whiz, so he’d help me. and then on the weekends, i rode my little sister’s pony for fun. i even won some blue ribbons."

"and then what happened?"

"well, my dad lost all his money, the pony lost all its hair, and my mom? kind of lost her mind. also, i got kicked out of school and my friend died. i guess everything happened. and then at some point, i just stopped being the girl who belonged at college. or anywhere, for that matter.”

"everyone belongs somewhere."

"maybe not everyone. maybe some people just get lost.”

(Source: marissacoopers)



“Hello,” said the girl, in a voice both surprisingly soft and surprisingly firm. “I apologize for interrupting your dinner hour, but I had nowhere else to go. I am Cecily Herondale, you see. I have come to be trained as a Shadowhunter.”

(Source: izzyfrays)



Under the Dome S02E13 "Go Now" [SEASON FINALE]




"I can’t stop drinking about you." — (via cihat24)



(Source: gamoras)



katara:

not being drunk is so awful



Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. And one fine morning, so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

It all just makes sense if you read the book…

(Source: iamnevertheone)



hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here



MSL