I spend my free time searching for magic and stumbling on what calls itself love. My life is a tragedy belonging to who could be any teenager, but belonging to me instead. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I make up stories of myself and write poetry for trees. This is my life and my thoughts, sloppy, disorganized, overdramatic, and hopeful.
man-over-matter:
hackedthemotionsensors:
castmember:
joshlatka:
need these
I’m actually really surprised I’ve never seen these at Star Wars Weekends
alksdjfaklsjdf want want want WANT
OH MY GOD.
… my birthday is soon hint hint.
If I saw a guy wearing that… kfjamf ;a
All would end well.
(via wonka-loves-slugworth)