"Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day."

— Albert Camus (via observando)



Kozue x Max&co



Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.


— Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)

(Source: brennanat, via this--too--shall--pass)


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I only have 4 moods:

  • fuck this
  • fuck that
  • fuck me
  • fuck you

I empathize with the above, but I have an additional 4 moods to add:

  • fuck yeah
  • fuck no
  • fuck my life
  • fuck everything

and don’t forget the inevitable 

  • fuck it

(via this--too--shall--pass)



50 shades of dark circles under my eyes

(Source: ratche-t, via this--too--shall--pass)




*throws life away* *misses trashcan by like 20 feet*

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)




um isnt yaoi a little gay

its usually a little gay and a big gay

(via taeyang-like-a-shining-star)




I have always hoped that Jesus was at the Last Supper like giving Judas the business knowing that he would betray him later on that night. Like:

"Lets split the bill, so that everyone pays for what they’ve got coming to them. Judas you owe… -__- 30 pieces of silver.”


"To say goodbye is to die a little."

— Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via observando)