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christina | 22 | li, ny.
adventure seeker (roadie).
instagram: homeallsummer
pretty girls make graves
Bug eyed.

Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive
It’s good, so good.

(Source: last-chance-for-a-slowdance, via nothing-from-novvhere)

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
written by Kaui Hard Hemmings (via psych-facts)

(via autumnskiesablaze)



As my friend once said, “Iceland is the one place on earth that looks the least like earth.” 

(via loloplate)

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
written by Elay Neal Moses (via teenager90s)

(via fuugl)

"I hear her voice calling my name the sound is deep in the dark

(Source: gggrohl, via coldcarmen)

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
written by Sylvia Plath (via rabbitinthemoon)

J Mascis 1986, on the road with Sonic Youth

I wish my boyfriend was here to bring me flowers and kiss my head and feed me M&Ms.


teenage girl / cherry glazerr