at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce
i followed my heart and it led me into the fridge
You, who conceals your strongest feelings, must think me a shameless little idiot for throwing open my poor bruised heart like this.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via undrowned)
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via observando)
Anonymous asked: my boyfriend cheated on my what should i do :(