This week on Tumblr:
It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.
I’m done existing at your convenience.
when you try your best, but you don’t succeed
One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever(via feellng)
at first i was really confused bc I thought it was supposed to be a painting of him when he was 14 years old