I keep meeting new, beautiful people. I even met a guy. Nothing is definite yet, but I’m sure that this is a crush. I can’t stop thinking sweet things about him.

I don’t even know him yet, barely know his name. I just really like his personality and his life story. I like him. If I can’t have him, I definitely at least want to be his friend. Like, wow.

I know that I shouldn’t be looking or finding someone. That’s not what single time is all about. I’m not healing or learning yet. But goodness, am I enjoying looking at the menu.


Elizabeth Scott, Living Dead Girl


You think you’re going to be hip and teen forever and then suddenly you find yourself drinking red wine and playing board games and lusting after men with beards 

(Source: hatfullofwhy)



Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

I would like to play this game very much, yes indeedy, I would, I would.


Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay. Brian Aldiss (via nathanielstuart)
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