Sadyoungliterarygirls: “I Am The Seasons, I Think Sometimes, January, May, November; The Mud, The Mist, The Dawn. I Cannot Be Tossed About, Or Float Gently, Or Mix With Other People.” — Virginia Woolf (Via A-Ramblinrose)
fizzy-dog: killjoysmakesomefuckingnoise: i could have been stanning mcr in 2007 when they were at their PEAK but nooo i was wasting time learning how to READ there are literally no words to describe how old this post makes me feel
