I got a message in a bottle, written in gas and oil. Signed with a rag and a match. Here, catch.

27, Midwest, I like you



*debates whether to buy something* *imagines aziz ansari saying “treat yo self”* *treats self*

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via observando)

If you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her,
maybe you should take a look at your hands.

(via y-outhlagoon)

(Source: anachronica)