in the future if my kids tell me that they are gay i’ll just be like “what” because i don’t plan on having any kids so how the hell did they get there
All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch
(Source: theonlymagicleftisart, via cybergirlfriend)
Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k)
. (via nyu-tah
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