“‎later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered

–Warsan Shire (via balphesian)


this trashcan ain’t big enough for the two of us

…most of all, I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena



the ALS ice bucket challenge has raised over 20 million dollars. we need to start putting a charity tag on every viral internet challenge we could literally save the world.

literally one day alone raised almost ten million dollars this is the future

This isn’t going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?


I have been watching Lord of the Rings since 6:30am. I don’t know what year it is. I have forgotten the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. I’ve even forgotten my own name


that boy you just called gay? well he is gay. he’s your boyfriend. both of you are gay. how do you keep forgetting this, jeffery



When you crack your knuckles you hurt the skeleton inside you

Good, the skeleton needs to know that I am the alpha and I am in control.


when ur thirsty for fic but you have quite fucking literally read every single quality fanfiction for the pairing


I am probably behind the times, but if we are not all talking about this poetry slam about fanfiction and so much more, then I think we should be.