We prefer these lyrics. No offense, Sir Elton.
— Josh Riebock (via jspark3000)
— Orange is the New Black
Some nights, instead of climbing under cold covers, I walk barefoot to the old brick building around the corner from my house. I don’t mind the damp grass or the goosebumps that erupt across my skin. I’m not worried about jumping the rotting wooden fences or the “no trespassing” signs. I’m fairly…
A Couple with their Heads full of Clouds (1936)
in case nobody has told you today: you are hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you