Me. 17. Taken<3. Chicago. I like cats, girls, music, broadway, and lots of other random stuff.
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
(via aglimpseofstocking)
THIS POST IS A DISGRACE. BYE BYE BIRDIE IS A BEAUTIFUL SHOW AND ALL YOU HATERS CAN STFU
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“Hugo Peabody! Are you drunk?!”-“Yes, yes I am!”- “On what son?”- “…Milk!”
(via twenty--two)
I’m just like,
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I think I’ve reblogged this three times today.
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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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Junk food and greys
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY