I miss us.
Seriously, could I have been any more wrong about you? You hide behind your towering superiority complex, but you’re really just a scared little boy.
skeletonsatthefeast: I think my essay is due tomorrow, but I really can’t be bothered. If I spent the same amount of time doing homework, as I do stalking amazingly good looking people on tumblr/lookbook/facebook, I’d be a fucking genius. No joke. I think I’m still sick -.- OMG SAME. I annoy the crap out of myself by doing this haha. Fricking internet I swear >.<
You’re stupid & you’re adopted!– Some random old ethnic guy kept calling Rocco. What can I say?
Chinless fug-beast.– The nicest thing Ritchie has ever called me.
gogoarcanine: poppiesinjuly: me :) Tumblr-iatus due to epic flu raaahhhh >_______< But I’m back now :) yay at you being back and black. Haha why thank you, I am pretty black, it must be said. How’s you? :)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :) Boy, I need your love, so give it to me. Boy, I need your touch, so lay it on me. Boy, I need your love, I need your touch, I’m yours.
me :) Tumblr-iatus due to epic flu raaahhhh >_______< But I’m back now :)
Literature is love.– Vladimir Nabokov (via awritersruminations) (via booklover)
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may...– Vladimir Nabokov (via awritersruminations)
How can we know the dancer from the dance?– Among School Children - W.B. Yeats
To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground (via procrastinationgirl) (via dostoyevsky) (via awritersruminations)