(Source: meetmeatthechateaumarmont, via mother--fucking--fox)
It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
(Source: doll-ballet, via mother--fucking--fox)
That’s the thing about cake…it demands to be eaten.
This is the most brilliant thing out of all things that are brilliant.
I ate the cake the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once…
My thoughts are like icing I can’t fathom into lettering…
It would be a pleasure to have my cake eaten by you, Hazel Grace.
It’s a metaphor, see. You put the cake between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to be tasty.
some cakes are bigger than other cakes.
(via healthy-inspirationn)
i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early
YOU PUT THIS IN WORDS
(via lezbehonestnow)
(via lezbehonestnow)
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
FUCK. LEOCEPTION
(via i-believe-in-healthy)
(Source: poorartists, via myblushinmuffin)
