Golden Oldies (Not really)

Jun 13

(via barbiehighheels)

Jun 9

drinkyourjuice:

Can’t wait 2 see every1 on SpRiNg BrEaK!

Jun 2

drinkyourjuice:

Hurr hurr hurr I will just release a million tiny seeds out into the air like machine gun and hopefully one of them will land someplace remotely relevant to—

HEY! HEY YOU! HOW ABOUT YOU GET UP OFF YOUR ASS AND GO TALK TO THAT OTHER FLOWER LIKE A REAL MAN, HUH? HOW ABOUT A LITTLE ROMANCE AND COMMITMENT IN 2011? 99% OF YOUR SHIT ENDS UP ON SOMEONE’S SEDAN OR INSIDE OF MY LUNGS. COME ON, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DO YOU HAVE GOING ON? PHOTOSYNTHESIZING ALL DAY? PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE AND CALL HER.

May 30

lolgryffinwhore:

This is me.

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”

Pearl S. Buck

This, exactly. (via sometimesagreatnotion) (via savingpaper)

Granted this is a blog about me being mean to strangers and cum jokes and my deep Pokémon thoughts but PEARL S. BUCK HAS HERE WRITTEN WORDS THAT STRIKE A RESONANT CHORD WITHIN MY HEART OF HEARTS.

(via notveryraven)