May 2013
cliffnotez:
I would just much rather the truth, rather than running around believing a lie.
chaletta:
Rather than going for a run tomorrow, imma just ride my man and kill calories that way. Duh.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of...
– Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via hercautionarytales)