Si no provoca insomnio, no es amor.
— Daniel G. Milán (via popmodernidad)(Source: penasmuertasvolatiles, via brokenmachine)
I am leaning back and running with it and staring at the stars and I’m eleven, I’m sixteen, I’m eighteen, I’m a newborn I’m everyone everywhere with you without you unbound set free in limbo lost at sea.
— Bryan Lee O’Malley (via graphicalundertones)(Source: emotional-algebra, via graphicalundertones)
