Forever Reblog, meeeeeooow.
(Source: kickass-lesbian, via abetterinsult)
(Source: paperandcanvas, via abetterinsult)
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. — Charles Bukowski (via 13neighbors)
I’m going to see my boss’s daughter (and my close friend) in her school play.
I love my boyfriend but please stop screaming my name outside my window. My neighbors think you’re psychotic. Throw pebbles or bring a guitar, I dunno.
The Return of Arrested Development