Sometimes I Start To Like My Dad. I Love Him, Because He’s My Dad, But I Don’t Like Him. When I Start

This is the kind of love I want. The ability to just talk and talk and talk until eternity, slow, soft love. Love that's kind.

“The winter though it darkens me, it is pure and clean and all I want.”

— Laura Marling, Darkness Descends. (via weltenwellen)

Me @ myself anytime I open my mouth:

Reblog if “Who We Are” was a religious experience for you

im in my teenage girl era where i have to use baggy clothes because i hate to see my body

i always convince myself i dont sound that weird and then i go out in the world and get involved in anything longer than transactional small talk and its like ohhh thats right ive only been hanging out with gay people who speak in riddles

i need to be able yo body check, im so sick i can’t stop eating

Hozier b like "hey girl what if the ceaseless battle between unconquerable suffering (as a consequence of existence), and the indomitable human spirit, was just. in ur earphones. What if the constant tug of war between the limitlessness of love and inevitability of heartache was literally injected into u via sound. Like. just playing in ur ears for an hour. Take my hand. Let's take a stroll through hell, baby :) wouldn't that be gre- why are you crying"

Solangelo is grumpy x sunshine but in the opposite direction of what people seem to interpret it. Like the reason it's a fun ship is that it subverts what you'd expect based on their outward appearances. Nico is a sweetheart who acts intimidating because he's scared to get close to people, Will is a rude little gremlin who fakes being calm and okay because he needs to be a good leader. The whole point is that they get to be themselves around each other. The whole point is them being an odd couple who don't see themselves as an odd couple.