(Source: mcavoyings)

In Victorian times they invented a tea cup to prevent your moustache from getting wet.

(Source: libbywho, via roseanna)

And he is adorable/Sexy/Perfect, even with a gross cigarette in his mouth.

And he is adorable/Sexy/Perfect, even with a gross cigarette in his mouth.

Only 63 more days until I get to see my boyfriend/love of my lifeee.

Words cannot explain how excited I am.

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."

Gary Provost  (via danceabletragedy)

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