1. "How the brain operates when it’s reading a novel is completely different to how the brain operates when it’s reading the internet. When the brain reads the internet (or a cell phone or what have you) it’s constantly scanning for key words and visible anchors, such as gifs or flashy hyperlinks. These give the brain somewhat of a reminder as to where you are on the page, and the more of these means more for your brain. The trouble with real reading, as any big boy or big girl will tell you, is that there are no magic moving pictures in grown-up books. Or clickable links. I know! Whaaaa! We are all turning into a nation of giant near-illiterate babies who apparently only read the headline and the slugline and then leave it at that. Essentially: we are unlearning to read."
  2. (Source: chickabiddy, via unterra)


  3. "We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot."
    — eternal sunshine in a spotless mind
  4. I was with Beth. We got out together. I was with her for awhile.


    (Source: normreedus, via erewdite)

  5. (Source: stardusted, via loveyourchaos)

  6. (Source: nevver, via jamstains)

  8. retrocize:

    humans nature; i.e. messy hair, chapped lips, tainted skin, freckles, veins, bones, bruises, scars. we only have flaws if they are perceived that way.

    (via relaxs)

  10. (Source: lastpoisonnn, via freckledhips)

  12. (Source: gifs-daily, via thingssheloves)


    1. me: finishes book
    2. me: slowly closes book
  14. charlottehideandseek:

    Two years he walks the earth.
    No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.
    — Alexander Supertramp
       May 1992

    (via lmvgn)