She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones (via kaktus-roza)
humansofnewyork:

"I’m having trouble dealing with society.""What aspect of society?""The whole thing."

joeeatspeople:

yesidolikecoatsbigtime:

Types of people who romanticize small town life:

  1. People who didn’t grow up in small towns

#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST

aestheticgoddess:

Henri Matisse, Dance I, 1909

cafai:

Drink too much coffee, wear lipstick that’s too dark, and never settle for a life you don’t want.

opulentjoy:

Opalized Wood. Super Bright pinfire colors running through natural ironstone. 120 Million Years old Wood. 49.17 Grams

snorlaxatives:

7 billion people, 14 billion ass cheeks

besieged:

if i had a dollar for every time an adult asked me about college then i’d have enough money to pay for college