The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, who never yawn or say a common thing but burn, burn, burn, like a fabulous yellow roman candle, exploding like spiders across stars.
"And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams."
Arctic Monkeys, “Arabella” (via feellng)
Sometimes I forget that people on the Internet are actually real people. Like the guy scanning your bananas at Walmart could be the guy who sends you anon hate.
damn you banana man
WHERE’s the banana guy?….
(Source: , via bunnies-in-tea-cups)
how do i stop growing up this isn’t fun anymore