Damn it, I think way too much.

This is my reaction to that one wise-cracking shit in the back of class, you know the one.

This is my reaction to that one wise-cracking shit in the back of class, you know the one.

I want you, you stupid bitch muffin. <3

OMG, you’re beautiful, omg.

"I love you
as I love
the night itself."
— Charles Baudelaire, from And All The More (via violentwavesofemotion)

I had a dream about you last night. It wasn’t particularly memorable except that you were there. I worry about you.

Let’s just share a cigarette and talk about how pretty the night sky is. Everything else is a distraction from the magnificent, from the truly beautiful; and out here, with the moon threatening to become whole, I wonder why we can’t let go of our worries. At least, for a little while.

All of my friends are in love with each other. It’s weird because I have nothing  right now. I feel like the designated driver in this emotional plain. 

mortalsyntax:

I’m the purple one.

Purple all the way.