February 2012
“I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked...”
– Pudge, Looking for Alaska by John Green (via cinematicrepetition)
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via lavandula)
stupidteenageblogger:
I’m crying over someone who doesn’t even care, I am so pathetic.
