Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via neuseks)
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Me, to you. (via ohhhkat)
a guide for people who can’t tell the 90s from the early 2000s apart
- if people are dressed in neon, it’s the 90s
if people are dressed in space age metallics, it’s the 2000s
I hate shirtless white boys who think they’re doing humanity a favor if they call a girl beautiful go get high off your axe deodorant spray
I can’t believe drawing a black line across my eyelids makes me feel 10x prettier.