when we're all gone, i want to remember you.
Caroline Elaina.
NorthEast. Boarder. Slight Alexithymic.
ask.
my face.
∞.
To Do.
rhino(s).
Damn,
All these posts about my raging hormones are getting really obnoxious.
WHATEVA, it’s driving me fucking insane. Do me.
"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via selfinspiration)
(via selfinspiration)
Especially Sex.
I want raunchy sex with about 35% effort on my part.
I want everything.
Everyone.
All situations.
Now.
Kickass Kids of the Day: Craving a midweek pick-me-up? Perhaps in the form of a mini-hipster rendition of Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend”?
Twelve- and 8-year-old sisters Lennon and Maisy — and their butter containers — have you covered. You’re welcome.
SO GOOD
speachless.
i have the talent of one of their nose hairs…
holy titsicle.
why can’t i do this? why aren’t i this awesome? why have i never known you? can i stalk you?
