“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

make me choose: sciliams asked me liam dunbar or garrett?

2010 | 2012 | 2014

A lot of the time when people ask me about songwriting the most popular question I get is, ‘How do you know where to start?’ which is a good question. I guess the simple answer would be I just write about the things that haunt me the most…And you know, that sounds kind of depressing, but good things can haunt you the same way as bad things can haunt you. Good memories can leave even more of a mark or a scar on your heart as the bad times.
Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.
—Turkish Proverb (via catic)

tswiftla:

InStyle Magazine. August 2014 

"Emma Stone is one of my best friends. We’ve been best friends since we were 17. I cook and Emma bakes. Those are our specialties. We just talk about our lives.”

leeeeverett:

today these two kids in my math class were hitting each other with pencils and my teacher glared at them and said “could you try to be a little more mature?”

one of them screamed “TAXES” and punched the other kid in the face

shittier:

oh my god