In honor of my two favorite dudes - drinking a liter of Hofbrau won’t be the same without y’all. Ima miss yous 😪🍻💕
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.
Stephen King, The Stand (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with
all i ever say is “ugh” because it can show confusion, lust, disgust and contempt, and that’s pretty much my life
Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
Marjorie Celona (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)