there's a million names for your kind of chronic

omnbvc:

i am demisexual meaning i am only attracted to those born of gods or who are themselves a diety. move out of the way assholes, i’m gonna fuck zeus

"If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of shit."
— True Detective (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
hawaiiancoconut:

White window & palm, Korakia Pensione. 

hawaiiancoconut:

White window & palm, Korakia Pensione. 

snh-snh-snh:

I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

flansjohnburgh:

theantigovernor:

flansjohnburgh:

what does html stand for?

hypertext markup language

no i mean like, what does it believe in?

Patent is a good colour on you.

rakkan:

Everything’s got more of a polish now. We know how to serve our eggs up black and shiny and not as scrambled as before. You won’t catch us getting our hands cut up in the alley behind some grungy teenage haunt, fumbling with the razor edges of the zipper on some older boy’s leather jacket.

The bones in our faces have finally settled into a place that can be called adulthood. Chequebooks and cufflinks are the currency now. Nobody here’s nostalgic for the baseball cap crowdfund that we used to drop our dimes into. Dollar bills to line the inside of our coat pockets and all.

Everyone’s wearing fine china white lapels and shoes that are spotless even underneath, smacking their limousine lipstick against each other’s cheeks. No more muddy sneakers or the jingle of quarters in our wallets — just the silence of plastic credit cards and the type of happiness money can buy.