Don’t preach to me about romance, Annie. I had a three way in a hot air balloon.
—Jeff Winger, Community.
(Source: tericola)
(via fuckyeahchri55ybaby)
It is almost three
I sit at the marble top
sorting poems, miserable
the little lamp glows feebly
I don’t glow at all
I have another cognac
and stare at two little paintings
of Jean-Paul’s, so great
I must do so much
or did they just happen
the breeze is cool
barely a sound filters up
through my confused eyes
I am lonely for myself
I can’t find a real poem
if it won’t happen to me
what shall I do
(Source: pepperidgefarmremembers)
(Source: jimparisandme, via jimparisandme)
There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
—Ryan Adams (via katherineheather)
(Source: seventyfourspecies, via katherineheather)
(Source: tehreem92, via somethingsomethingriverwoods)
(via isthisreallylife77)
Childish Gambino - All the Shine (Live)
(Source: atackierpink, via somethingsomethingriverwoods)
Girls - Vomit
Nights I spend alone
I spend ‘em runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you, baby
Nights I spend alone
I spend ‘em runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you, baby
Lookin’ for love
Lookin’ for love
Lookin’ for love
Lookin’ for love
(Source: deepbluecee)
(via yay-consciousness)
