shavingryansprivates:
tryna write a paper on this right now…oops can’t focus. 

tryna write a paper on this right now…oops can’t focus. 

(Source: aclockworkorange)

It just occurred to me today that the phrase “when Hell freezes over” doesn’t make any sense…

According to Dante’s Inferno, the final ring of hell is ice, and at the center of it is Satan. 

So really, Hell is already frozen over. 

Footloose (2011)
This is our time.
There comes a time to cut loose.

(Source: hisfairassassin)

expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
adsiduitas:

Me :)

fran, you’re perfect.

adsiduitas:

Me :)

fran, you’re perfect.

(Source: lepainmaudit)

fucking short stories.

“We were five. You had a plaid dress and your hair…it was in two braids instead of one. My father pointed you out while we were waiting to line up. He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner.’ And I said, ‘A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?’ And he said, ‘Because when he sings…even the birds stop to listen.’ So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She put you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, ever bird outside the windows fell silent. And right when your song ended, I knew -just like your mother- I was a goner.”