I Hate my legs. >>
Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)


talesofthewormstache:

ttimeturner:

i cried about the eggs

we all cried about the eggs

Pelear a distancia es tan desesperante y aburrido. Pues cuando se solucionan las cosas no hay ni sexo de reconciliación.
(via efimerabelleza)
Enjoy it. Because it’s happening.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via danimariebee)