Don't forget to remember me.
i like australia because we call things what they are. like what the fuck is a dime? its ten cents. a quarter? do you mean 25 cents we aint doing fractions here we are trying to buy some shit
sometimes I just wish my car crash turned out differently.
And then you think of the first time you met. And you remember what babies you were. Fresh out of your own parents’ home. And you think of how you wandered around each other for months. Both waiting for the other to get disentangled from now-forgotten other people. And you think of how long you waited for that first kiss. And you hold on to it. And again, you think of the last time you saw her, and you think of the after-coffee kiss on the cheek. So casual. So see-you-next-time. And you try not to think about how that was your last one. And you hold on to that as well.
And you sit there quietly." -How to Attend a Funeral | Mike Monteiro for Medium (via christinefriar)
Politeness has become so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation.
MY FUCKING LIFE IN A POST RIGHT HERE
Hamlet couldn’t decide, whether to be, or not to be.
Edit done 100% by me, please do not steal or remove credit, took me a long time x || bandsandbattlescars.
To live, or to die, that is the question:
is it better to stay and suffer from
all the painful things life throws at us,
or is it better to fight against it all by ending it?
Opposing against it all? To die? To sleep?
To live no longer? And by asleep, we end
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
~My awkward translation of Shakespeare