Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

“She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different. I lit a cigarette and spit into the creek. “You can’t just make me different and then leave,” I said out loud to her.”
— John Green, Looking For Alaska
It’s all about the girls; I just can’t bring meself to write about the mountains yet. I’m still banging on about the same shit I was in the beginning, I suppose.
Amnesia
5 Seconds of Summer

Three photos taken in the same place, different times of the year.

peperomint:

when u dislike a song on an 8tracks but u dont dislike it enough 2 waste a skip on it so u just gotta suffer thru

baeboy said:
u live in nyc??? that is so tumblr

euo:

i made my family move here for the aesthetic