nightingale.
thoughts of a young writer.

The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.

omg my dad wrote in my essay, “I may not always be the most stylish when it comes to things like make-up and fashion…”

THANKS FOR FEELING QUALIFIED TO JUDGE ME ON HOW I DRESS

I told my dad to just read over my essay for me before I sent it in. He completely rewrote it, and now it’s 281 words over the limit. When I told him that’s too long, he goes, “…well, you can just edit that.”

smh, jerk, give me more work to do

sanmarin0:

the world in a box by katharinaschumacher
kazoooie:

(by muffin clubϟ)

I’m asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now I know I said and done a lotta things, that I hurt you, but I promise, I’ll never do that again. I only want to take care of you.
People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture that they were brought up in. People have attention spans of 5 seconds and as much depth as a glass of water.
cervid:

Parasola. (by Jacob Robert Price)
satansbaby:

La Historia Terminable by Ibai Acevedo on Flickr.
the peonies from her garden my aunt gave me for my graduation yesterday :)