Fueled by Malus domestica

You touch the tattoo of the sun on a warm belly that once carried a baby for a while..

And suddenly one day you’re not eighteen anymore and you drink your coffee black now and you realize that even on your worst days the sun still rises.

—Things to remember (via unpoeticheartbreak)

(via snowchasing)

I’m that one friend of yours with money problems. No way around it.

Junior year, I wrote a paper and titled it: “ the evils of eradicating bacteria.” That gave me a good laugh for some reason.