Lies, Love & Liquor

intensional:

when there’s a fire, don’t forget to stop, drop and pop it, lock it, polka dot it, country-fy it and hip-hop it

(via plaidthings)

I just want a picnic lunch and a sunny day and a friend and hours upon hours to spare without any responsibilities or places to be.

—"A sentence about the end of summer" by Claire Luisa (via claireluisa)

(Source: claireluisa, via plaidthings)

A month can do that, too, can’t it, just fly past before you know it. And, for the life of me, I can’t recall a single thing I did during that whole time. It feels like I did a whole lot, and it feels like I did nothing at all.

A Perfect Day for Kangaroos, Haruki Murakami  (via tellmefive)

(Source: cucumbersweds, via lovewithoutlimits)

nicolascageholocaust:

We can only be friends if you’re kind of an asshole. Not full blown asshole because that’s no fun. And if you’re not an asshole at all then that won’t work either. A halfway asshole. Those are my kind of people.

(via plaidthings)

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

—Sylvia Plath (via nibr4shi)

(Source: larmoyante, via se7enxviii)