hakuna matata


i am the human version of the first piece of bread

(via myheartandheadgooutofsync)



i secretly like getting assigned seats in school because it takes away that awkward “i have no friends in this class where the fuck am i gonna sit” factor

Unfortunately, college doesn’t work like that kiddos



The feeling of the beach first thing in the morning is something I have a hard time describing to someone.. the breeze that comes off of the ocean carries a sweet smell,the air is sticky and coats your skin with a thin layer of salt,the world seems so quiet,the energy is just calm and the warmth of the rising sun on my skin forces my eyes closed and my chin to tilt up..it’s a feeling I cannot seem to completely put into words.
"We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care."
A 10-word story (via

(Source: fkvn, via boulevard-of-broken-dreamz)


Vietri. by KeitePhotography ♥ on Flickr.