I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
(Source: herarbitrarymusings)
i wish i had a killer body
*suddenly my fingers turn into knives, my nipples become lasers, and my left leg turns into a crowbar*
yes…. this will do
things that should be allowed to be used in essays:
- i shit you not
- you feel me
- no but get this
- i’m just sayin
- let me explain you a thing
- and yeah
- listen here you little shit
(Source: doctortveit)
i wish there was a book that was filled with the first impressions of every single person i’ve ever spoken to because i’d really like to just sit down and read what everyone thought of me
