“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
— Anais Nin (via cabaretfurs)
(Source: balidomalido, via mobscenity)
2:17 pm • 16 April 2014
I love how everyone is so excited for easter
but then if you ask anyone that works in a bakery, we’ll kind of just groan like tina from bob’s burgers and lie on the ground crying until easter monday.
9:59 pm • 15 April 2014