WHY AM I JUST NOW SEEING THIS PHOTO FOR THE FIRST TIME ITS BRILLIANT
you are not fat
you have fat
you also have fingernails
you are not fingernail
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
i want to read this book someone please write it
i imagine the houses in paper towns looking like this
lets play a game called are u bad at texting back or do u hate me
— Thích Nhất Hạnh (via mindofataurus)
are you gonna kiss me or do i have to lie to my diary
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