certainly uncertain

I'm named Morgan and I'm just another hopelessly uninteresting sixteen-year-old who's looking for her Great Perhaps. I don't have many adventures, and I'm an uninspired poet. I believe my thoughts to be a lot more significant than they actually are, and when I feel sorry for myself I read A Passing Glimpse by Robert Frost. I'm emotional and smart, but so inevitably naïve.

matttttttttt:

p4ntss:

ultimate bromance

They were bromancing before bromancing was cool
neuewave:

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Albert Eisenstaedt
2headedsnake:

society6.com
Paper Birds Dream by Claire Pinatel
2headedsnake:

flickr.com:photos:markhorst
Mark Horst, growing wings on the way down, 2009, ink and graphite on paper.

I haven’t been on much lately, and when I am it’s usually just me adding a thing or two to my queue so my follower count doesn’t drop dramatically. The last couple of weeks have been some of the most weird, fulfilling, and heartbreaking of my life. Virtually every weekend that comes my life changes dramatically with a new discovery or experience, and it’s inconceivably exhausting. Especially with getting my grades up to low D’s just so I can pass. Just so, at the very least, I can get the credits I need to survive the rest of my high school career.

I’m so fucking tired, and my body is sore. But I am so fucking proud of myself.

debilitating:

reading in bed is… (by igetboredatparties)
Holy shit
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