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kittiesandbullshit
Apr 14, 2014 / 953 notes
Apr 14, 2014 / 19 notes
Experience increases our wisdom but doesn’t reduce our follies.
Josh Billings (via mycolorbook)
Feb 12, 2014 / 1 note
Feb 12, 2014

The more I learn about myself the more I see why certain things happened in my past.

Slowly but surely I’m getting off the self pity wagon. There are people and things infinitely more important than myself in my life. They deserve the emotional attention I used to give myself. 

Be strong, be proud, be honest, and above all, be kind.

Jan 16, 2014

Sometimes I don’t understand how I came to have such a perfect boyfriend.

He’s the most patient and trusting person I know and I am forever grateful for that.

fabulousplaces:

Delivering whatever the weather! (Turl Street, Oxford, England) by cymrugirl on Flickr.
Jan 7, 2014 / 212 notes

fabulousplaces:

Delivering whatever the weather! (Turl Street, Oxford, England) by cymrugirl on Flickr.

(via beautifuloxford)

Jan 7, 2014

Why can’t I just be excited.

Not like fucking manic-depressive over here. 

Dec 30, 2013 / 8 notes

forever-so-clever:

When I get back from Oxford every single fucking person I know better call me “Old Sport” or I’m getting back on the plane.

Dec 28, 2013

Nine days

Until I am back in your arms.

I can’t wait.

Oh and P.S. we will be in England and it will be amazing.

beautifuloxford:

St Andrew’s Lane 2 by Howard Stanbury on Flickr.
Old Headington, Oxford.

Three weeks :)
Dec 18, 2013 / 1,679 notes

beautifuloxford:

St Andrew’s Lane 2 by Howard Stanbury on Flickr.

Old Headington, Oxford.

Three weeks :)

Dec 14, 2013

I miss the empowerment of dance.

I crave its release.

I miss dancing. 

Dancing was me. 

Dec 11, 2013 / 1,218 notes

every english major at the moment

sweetleilani007:

"yo have you started that 20 page essay that we’ve had literally all semester to work on that’s due on friday"

"nah man i still got time"

"same"

Dec 10, 2013 / 1 note

kneehighargylesocks:

I’m reaching peak apathy level

Dec 9, 2013

it wells up inside me
curling, constricting

only secure breath
is the key to unwinding

talk. speak. But what if I’m wrong.
what if I’m crazy.
I wish feeling could cease.

But it can’t. This is who
I am.

Breathe. Smile. Stay awhile.

Dec 3, 2013 / 1 note