also declan is probably moving to ontario, I dunno I guess we don’t really hang out anymore anyways but he was my past two years

I’ll miss him and I love him but I want him to be happy and grow and stuff and I don’t see that happening here, so this is good I suppose.

sat in the grass with my friend at the end of the day, went to jacobs and he made me a sandwich and sometimes I just look at him and I’m like man you are cuuuute, then I came home and hung out with my neighbor

I have friends now yeah yeah yeah

Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via arcticnebula)

blua:

Vintage Photographs in Venice, Rome, and Paris by Gianni Gardin.

it’s my birthday and boy bought me flowers boy bought me flowers

I’ve been drinking since one thirty and ya feel me I had a super good day

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dwindlings:

Dramamine by Modest Mouse

We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.

Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.

— Stephanie Georgopulus (via hellanne)

daviebabie: My world I always follow back, my friends. (:

daviebabie:

My world

I always follow back, my friends. (:

slickwhippet: Gustave Courbet, The Calm Sea (1869)

slickwhippet:

Gustave Courbet, The Calm Sea (1869)

I’m making friends with the british neighbor guy I haven’t had a neighbor friend since I was like twelve this is the best