Reblog if you’re old enough to get this
Laughter. Horrified laughter.
oh god you still haunt my dreams
That should not be as funny as it is.
Oh my goodness, I had erased this from my mind. I want my selective memory back!
die, Clippy, die.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
—Vladimir Nabokov (via quotes-shape-us)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
—Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
I love the smell of petrichor in the afternoon. Smells like… naptime.