18th April 2014

Quote reblogged from Oh. with 202,524 notes


This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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27th December 2013

Quote reblogged from ☾the moon and tide ∇ with 61 notes

A man can break every commandment
and the world still will lend him a hand
Yet, a girl that has loved, but un-wisely
is an outcast all over the land
— Bonnie Parker (via fearisadirtyword)

27th December 2013

Audio post reblogged from The Insights of a Young Bobolink with 184 notes - Played 1,375 times


Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)- Nico Vega

Seasons came and changed the time

27th December 2013

Link reblogged from Darling-Lovely with 28 notes

http://nightluver69.tumblr.com/post/71275717846/youve-heard-the-story-of-jesse-james-of-how →


You’ve heard the story of Jesse James,

Of how he lived and died,

If you’re still in need,
Of something to read,

Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang, 
I’m sure you all have read,

How they rob and steal, And those who squeal,
Are usually found…

27th December 2013

Photo reblogged from History at a time. with 10,203 notes


Bonnie and Clyde’s car after they were killed in 1934.


Bonnie and Clyde’s car after they were killed in 1934.

27th December 2013

Photoset reblogged from Who The Hell Is Bucky? with 166 notes


"Bang, bang he shot me down.
Bang, bang I hit the ground.
Bang, bang That awful sound.
Bang, bang my baby shot me down.”-Nico vega.

27th December 2013

Photoset reblogged from Joanna-Joe with 280 notes


Bonnie & Clyde 2013

27th December 2013

Photoset reblogged from we make the rules with 203 notes

26th November 2013

Photo reblogged from Fuck Yeah Kurt Cobain with 183 notes


whoops, it’s been a while…


whoops, it’s been a while…

19th November 2013

Quote reblogged from Neurolove.me with 2,765 notes

Love is just a game to people. But eventually the game has to end and someone wins.
— (via picsandquotes)

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26th October 2013

Quote reblogged from how to fight loneliness with 121 notes

How much of the day are you aware -– just basically aware of what life is presenting -– rather than being lost in waking sleep, in being identified with whatever you’re doing, almost as if you didn’t exist? To what extent do you blindly drift from one form of comfort to another, from one daydream or fantasy to another, from one secure place to another, in order to avoid the anxious quiver of discomfort or insecurity? …instead of devoting your energy to living a genuine life?
— Ezra Bayda  (via terramantra)

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24th September 2013

Photoset reblogged from here with 358,712 notes



The most beautiful scene out of the entire series.

This scene. THIS SCENE.


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15th September 2013

Photo reblogged from What if we ruined it all, and loved like fools? with 77,231 notes

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13th September 2013

Quote reblogged from close your eyes to see with 198,368 notes

Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.
— I Miss Sleeping Next To You. (via fawun)

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16th August 2013

Photoset reblogged from 💀 with 62,968 notes


me later tonight.

This is me fifi when I attempt to run, fife. Totes envious of your drive. 

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