Ch-ch-ch-changes.

A recount of life; random thoughts that I've got; cool things that I see/hear.
Jun 1 '12

Life

has been kind of weird lately. My dad has been really sick, and I haven’t had a laptop, so I really haven’t tumblred, or do anything else aside from spending time with him, studying, working, or sleeping. What a month.

Jun 1 '12

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May 27 '12

You think you know me

But you haven’t got a clue.

May 25 '12
tenaciousbee:

Well I’m finding it harder, to be a gentleman everyday

tenaciousbee:

Well I’m finding it harder, to be a gentleman everyday

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May 23 '12

(Source: naccsa)

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May 20 '12

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May 20 '12

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May 19 '12
mudyjoon-pictures:

autumndewilde:

THE RACONTEURS
BRENDAN BENSON AND PATRICK KEELER

Dear Autumn, WE WANT MORE

mudyjoon-pictures:

autumndewilde:

THE RACONTEURS

BRENDAN BENSON AND PATRICK KEELER

Dear Autumn, WE WANT MORE

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May 15 '12

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May 15 '12
snaggle-teeth:

Ya got me noivous.

snaggle-teeth:

Ya got me noivous.

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May 15 '12

(Source: mydemisee)

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May 10 '12

Everything

That could conceivably go wrong has gone wrong this past 18 months. Life can be spectacularly unjust.

May 9 '12
fuckyeahdementia:

General “Long Balls” Larry

fuckyeahdementia:

General “Long Balls” Larry

(Source: replaceface)

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May 9 '12

Hand Springs

And that ended both of our games. I said I was sorry but she left with him just the same. I thought how much I hated when love made me act this way. I was bent over a broken pinball machine in a bowling alley, and I threw it all away.

Well isn’t all just a big game?

May 9 '12
Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him—and it was still hot.
— Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are (via the-final-sentence)

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