If we are what we eat, I could be you tomorrow

But that was okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up… ‘Cause she drank all the pop, - she drank all the lemonade - she started to fart. it was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard, and she blew her way out of the bottle, straight through the top like a rocket.Then she stopped her brother eating grass, and they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her, ‘cause she never wanted it again

He thinks she drinks too much, she thinks he thinks too much. —Atmosphere  (via aukles)

"Celestial Love"
April 13th.
This isn’t really how I usually write….any feedback?
For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home. —Stephanie PerkinsAnna and the French Kiss (via feellng)