brumous.

                               If I go, there’s just no telling how far I’ll go.

another meme i won’t finish: twenty movies [5 of 20] → the breakfast club “Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete….and a basket case….a princess…and a criminal… Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.”

I don’t think my parents ever loved each other. They must’ve married for some reason. My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac… and started their nuclear family. Screw that. 

Let me tell you something about prison.

make me choose ☆ anonymous asked: ↳ breyton or brucas?

she felt one thousand years old. she also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. she wanted her bike. she wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. she wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hplyrikz)

365 days of rory gilmore: day 33

   no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing                                      the dream that you wish will come t r u e

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves  (via theliteraryjournals)

You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.

Vincent Van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)

“you can’t force someone to love you. the best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving.”