Take one shot of vodka and your throat is numb.
Two, then it’s your legs.
Three, and you can’t feel the world.
But one shot of you and my mouth knows no other name.
Two, and my knees are weak.
Three, and you’re the only thing in the world.
Four, and I can’t stop.
Five, and now I’m an alcoholic.
You feel like liquor and my body is overtaken by you.
I’m addicted.
Now I sit in imaginary bars ordering tall glasses of you every time I’ve downed the last.
I’m intoxicated by your love, and I swear I’m never going to be sober again.

Drunk (via unforcedminds)

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He was sooo ready lol

My homie from over at ubiq snapped this shot of me on break. Go peep his blog for some more dope shit

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Lanvin Fall 2011

My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
(note to self)

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Books were safer than other people anyway.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via punkassbookjockeyz)

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"Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence?"

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2009 Crondo Bubbler




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