(Source: -mothernorth-, via gr33do)
(Source: -mothernorth-, via gr33do)
My mom was cheerful. She was relaxed and calm. I walk downstairs to check the mail. I look for the key, which is gone. Neither of us know where it is. Guess who is no longer cheerful, relaxed or calm? I should talk to people less.
If only I could actually go through with it. But I can’t. Because I’m a fucking pussy.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kari-shma)
Charles M. Shulz (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book)
Nah.
(via mroldspiced-j-b)
(Source: the-after-effects-of-living)