With the purpose of re-establishing my once strong relationship with Tumblr and being a little more personal with you, make my blog a little more blog-esque without losing my artistic touch, I’m going to start a whole new Tumblr page. I’ll make the link handy once I’m done creating it. New beginnings make me feel like a newly bloomed mandelion. Love, K.
Utterly irrelevant. Fancy that?: "I do not miss... →
adamson5: Okay, so, I do not miss you. Let’s be realistic and the reality of the case is: I do not miss you. I miss being with you. I miss kissing you. I miss making plans to go out with you. I miss being able to share my interest for weird indie movies with you. I miss being able to like and not liking…
jerryfultoncantrelljr:cinnamonsteps: People don’t seem to get that interests don’t define you . Body types don’t define you . You define you . All the things you believe in , fight for . All the things that wake you up and let you be whoever you think you are or want to be . And there is nobody that can ever take that away . Why are you typing like this .
treasuresandtrinkets: Then looking upwards I strain my eyes And try to tell the difference Between shooting stars and satellites From the passenger seat as you are driving me home “Do they collide?” I ask and you smile With my feet on the dash The world doesn’t matter
Los niños debían de recordar por el resto de su vida la augusta solemnidad con...– Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad (via tableclothcape) I still remember the first line of this novel: “Muchos años después, frente al pelotón del fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía habría de recordar aquella tarde lejana en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo.” Or...
Me duelen los dedos de no tocarte.– (via jetaimemavie)