“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
— Anna Peters
(Source: larmoyante, via dactyl-lion)
9:04 pm • 13 May 2014 • 33,909 notes
I’m not gonna lie… Mindy and Casey were my favorite couple.
10:14 pm • 12 May 2014 • 296 notes
After much convincing that I am NOT a child, rather an almost adult—my parents are leaving me home alone for three days. A lot of this sounds great, but then I realized how already lonely I am and how little I have left of The Mindy Project to illegally watch on the internet.
In less words, someone please come spend the night at my house and entertain me/cook with me.
(Source: liferuin, via queen-ofqueens)
10:05 pm • 12 May 2014 • 112,783 notes