Ask me anything

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

-The Trees, Philip Larkin

heyteenbookshey:

enochianprayer:

do you ever cry because a black haired little boy wandered into your life when you were a kid and made you believe in magic and now many years later he’s still there with you and you just know you will stay at his side always no matter what because he’s just so important

I sat here thinking “That’s a highly specific personal experience for 43k people to relate to” for way too long before figuring out what this post was about

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urbancatfitters:

if u watch closely while i take tests u can see me mouthing profanity at the test paper

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rl-y:

i laughed so hard at this

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bekkaa:

I use hun not hon because you are not my honey, you are my fierce warrior

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where-is-my-comb:

Raven’s dad was a hardcore sass-master.

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