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my name is seymour
junior in college | sigma alpha iota | midwest living

Ideal food & drink when on a four and a half hour road trip is happy hour sonic slush with nerds and mozz sticks. I’m a happy camper with a car full of meds (but most importantly a tank full of gas).

"   When people stop writing, it’s one of two things - they are either really fucking happy or broken beyond repair.   "
Ming D. Liu  (via slightlycaptivated)

(Source: mingdliu.com, via bopby)


“Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.”

“The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.”

(via typewriterdaily)

(via bopby)

Musician drinking game



Take a shot every time:

  • you mess up
  • you hate yourself

#alcohol poisoning

(via petertchaikowsky)


I’m like 80% sure that the people who romanticize snow are the people who don’t have to live in places that get over half an inch of it.

(via binhvinhmai)


ʷʰʸ      ʷʰʸ             ʷʰʸ

       ʷʰʸ            ʷʰʸ       ʷʰʸ      ʷʰʸ

   ʷʰʸ         jeans with fake pockets   ʷʰʸ

         ʷʰʸ            ʷʰʸ

(via petertchaikowsky)


i want u wrapped in my arms…like a burrito…be my baerrito

(Source: bvsdpvpi, via binhvinhmai)

"   omg u should have come with us!!! it was so fun   "
ancient proverb from a bitchass friend (via crystallized-teardrops)

(via binhvinhmai)

"   He loved a girl once. She was pretty and kind, soft and hard, had a quick wit and a killer smile, and for reasons that never really crystallized for him, she loved him back. She laughed at his jokes and craved his body and threw herself into loving him with a blind trust that warmed his heart even while it terrified him. When they made love, they did it with fierce abandon, and it was they who shook, not the earth. And afterward, as they lay together hip to hip, her sweat on his tongue, he would make promises, and she would believe them. It had not been love at first sight, more of a slow burn, but when it hit, it hit like a tsunami. And then, one evening, as they ate ice cream by the wharf, he asked her to take off the Claddagh ring she wore so that he could see it, and when he handed it back, it was a diamond ring. And she couldn’t stop crying and he kissed her tears and promised her that he’d never make her cry again, and that was just one of the hundred of promises he would break sooner than even he ever would have believed.   "
Jonathan Tropper (via blackbootsandanklesocks)

(via myngo)

mercutio: i can see what's happening
benvolio: what?
mercutio: and they don't have a clue!
benvolio: stop
mercutio: they'll fall in love and here's the bottom line -- our trio's down to two
benvolio: people are dying
  1. Untitled, Valentina Castro
  2. Untitled, Malguina

(Source: digbicks, via auilic)