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In my world [tumblr] I feel safe... they know me here.

This is full of stuff that makes me think of something...

Music.
Art.
Rugby.
Love.
Taste.
Experience.
Stupid shit my friends say.

I am small. I do not prefer petite. Easily aggravated. Loyal. Friendly. I may have just described a dog.

twitter.com/loukey20593:

    dyingtobeadyingswan:

    Georgian traditional dance is crazy

    (via puckster87)

    — 14 hours ago with 18873 notes

    karinatron:

    rmeql:

    Actors Breaking Character To Laugh With Each Other Between Takes

    Love it.

    (via notwhatyoucallnormal)

    — 15 hours ago with 15087 notes
    "Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign ‘cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."
    — 18 hours ago with 43253 notes

    do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them

    (Source: unfierce, via weeping-willowtrees)

    — 21 hours ago with 197183 notes
    : The dirt of luck →

    loqui:

    My parents let me walk myself to school around the age of 9. It was a ten minute journey over a motorway bridge, a couple of suburban roads. Daydreams were always more important than looking for cars and generally carried me all the way to school, until I had faced enough cars and…

    — 21 hours ago with 143 notes