I am feeling all of the weird feelings right now and I don’t like it.

#talk me out of stupid things
mayur-asana:

Dwi Pada Viparita Dandasana by AinsleyOfAttack on Flickr.

mayur-asana:

Dwi Pada Viparita Dandasana by AinsleyOfAttack on Flickr.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills.  I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things.  I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire.  I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before.  I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time.  I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it.  I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas.  I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports.  I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.
Part Two.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills.  I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things.  I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire.  I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before.  I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time.  I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it.  I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas.  I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports.  I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.

Part Two.

#ughhhhhhh #well shit
#weirdly comforting

Kate Beckett → That 70’s Show

#this is KIIIIILLING me #i cannot wait to watch #and yes guys i got a dl thank you #spoilers #castle

currently drowning in life and work, so could someone pls send a castle dl my way? 

laurazocca:

 you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeves, I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

laurazocca:

you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeves, I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

I’m still endlessly entertained that when my friend who acquired this blind date for me was giving a sum-up about me, she said: “Olivia, aka OT, aka the baddest bitch on the block.” And he was super impressed. 

#i'm rather excited for this #it'll give me a good distraction from bs this week #especially because if patterns are being followed #i'll be getting a '(hey sorry i ignored you all weekend again and was an ass) wanna hang out?' text in a few hours #which i will not fucking respond to #...unless it's to watch game of thrones #because i still haven't seen it yet #(i am the most pathetic) #(but nOBODY PUTS OLIVIA IN A CORNER)
Why is everyone so obsessed with the idea of love?

If you’re dying to be hurt so badly, I’ve got a baseball bat for that.
- renoirs (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
#heavy sigh #IT'S OK BECAUSE APRIL BENDER TAKE 2
tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.
#well. fuck.

all i want right now is to get in a solid punch at anyone, some coffee, and a goddamn game of thrones link that actually has sound

#not gonna make it through this week alive #but at least my corpse has a hot date for formal friday

rupelover:

Inspired by this.

#this week
everything is the worst ? i think my tenuous grip on sanity has disappeared? why am i awake? question mark?  ??

everything is the worst ? i think my tenuous grip on sanity has disappeared? why am i awake? question mark?  ??

#probably pulling an all-nighter #my nose is very sunburned #i will probably cry when i get my wakeup tomorrow #at least madison is all nighting with me #and braided my hair for me #and at least i have a formal date? #idek what's happening someone hold my hand #i've had coffee and espresso beans and my everything hurts

anon asked: Lorelai or Rory Gilmore?

#BUTT FACED MISCREANT #i am rory gilmore