Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via luuu-cid)

"For someone who enjoys the little things in life, you’ve sure missed out on many of them that involve others."

“I love it when people are complimented on something they’re wearing
and they accept the compliment as if it was about them. “Nice tie.”
“Well, thank you. Thank you very much.” The compliment is for the tie, it’s not for you, but we take it. That’s kind of the job of clothes;
to get compliments for us, because it’s very hard to get compliments
based on your human qualities. Right? Let’s face it, no matter how
nice a person you are, nobody’s gonna come Say “Hey, nice person.”
It’s much easier to be a bastard and just try and match the colors up.”
— Jerry Seinfeld (via pratfall)

rae-rose:

who-lligan:

So I just had the shit creeped out of me.

I’m not someone who believes in ghosts, but I was sitting in my room, alone and in the dark, and I heard the strings of my violin being softly plucked. 

My violin is hanging on the wall several feet away. 

So I gathered my courage, grabbed my phone, and used the camera light to investigate. 

And found this.

image

A goddamn spider was playing my violin. Not even joking. The little shit.

I think I’d have preferred a ghost….

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

What could I say? Her hair was gorgeous, her body was modest, her lips were sharp, and her eyes were dead.

dr1ft1ngle4ves:

thethiefmeenahpeixes:

gaminthespian:

if the infinite multiverse theory is true does that mean that theres a universe where it isnt

stOP

what if its this one

(via these-demons-we-are)

tastefullyoffensive:

The worst.