You're the Wanker if Anyone is.

1992. New York. Taken.
I'm a college dropout and quite the night owl.

I enjoy sunflowers
stringed instruments
and copious amounts of tea
I swear like a sailor and regret very little.

You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.

—Daniel Franzese (via wordsthat-speak)

(via seethestarsablaze)

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

—Anaïs Nin (via realizes)

(via kbfoto)

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

—Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung (via tinyneedles)

(Source: foides, via cats-and-creeps)