VOLO Vivian Often Licks Otters
JOLO Jay Only Likes Olongapo
AOLO Anna Owns Large Origami 

CREDITS TO PORKY

Derpin’ after BT rehearsal

sweet talker, adj.

fleurishes:

sweet talker, adj. You spun words together to create a world where the idea of us could exist without limits or bounds. The lilt of your voice pressed against me like a corresponding part, a phantom limb; the seduction of the mind. How all I needed from you were a handful of words wrapped up pretty with a bow and card with no return address. But I knew. I knew who it was from. I knew that you, only you, could fill me up to the brim just enough so that it all wouldn’t come spilling over. Brief, we were so brief, a dream really, one I could reach out and touch and cradle to me like some warped Egon Schiele painting, where bodies blend at the joints and the edges of skin are blurred like watercolor. I slept in the idea of you, of us, we, ours; that ripe sweetness of something new. I sank my teeth in, let the juices roll down the corners of my mouth, my chin, smearing everything the color blue. Blue, the most human color. Crack open my heart like one of your books, go on, feel the heaviness, all nine ounces, its blue weight, its veins. Pick up your pen. Write me back together, fill in all the blanks. Create a world where I become whole and swollen with your soft denim blue. Make me into a moon, a lunar body. Fill my craters. Let me call your orbit home. 

For all them Calculus lovers out there. d/dx forever

Love.

Is        
          a curious thing. Sometimes
          it barrels into you, leaves you
          breathless. Other times, it comes

in-      
          to your life, a tentative beam
          of morning sun sneaking
          through the blinds, and you think

this     
          light isn’t possible. The shutters
          are drawn. Night should linger
          on. I don’t feel like waking. Yet the

room 
          comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers
          away, and at last you can no
          longer deny the dawning.         

Such Great Heights: I love...

dustinyu:

when you can hang out with people and not feel like constant conversation is a must. I grabbed dinner with Vivian today and talking just felt really natural. We said what was on our minds and when we weren’t talking it was perfectly fine too. Why is it that people feel the need to force conversation when neither of you really have much to talk about at that moment? I feel like so many of us are nervous about having awkward silences or whatever that we become too scared to talk to someone we’re not really comfortable with. Or at least I do. But haven’t we proven time and again that you don’t need to be always talking in order to enjoy someone’s company? I think I’ll keep that in mind for the future.

Heh heh heh we’re such a cute pseudo couple <33333

What a lovely bunch :’)

@sssusan if you see this, I just want you to know that I actually changed out of my sweats to go get tofu soup with you. That’s true love right there

Mash up of Feel Good Inc. and Somebody That I Used To Know.

(via loveyourchaos)

House of Mo at ArtOfficial 2012. 5 6 7 8….YES!

Life advice: build bridges, not walls.

"Forget who he is. Remember to forget. Remember how he walks, the color of his skin, the curve of his neck, the shape of his lips, and find it in the strangers you meet day after day. Find him in other people and think how truly ordinary he is because you see him so much in other people. People you don’t even know. People you know. Fight the nostalgia. Be in understated comfort knowing he wasn’t really special to begin with."

— Nicole Marino

(Source: esangue, via fleurishes)