Danielle. currently in manila. moving to hawaii soon. i design and i surf. im gona put up a surf shop in the future, wait for it.


Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.


Wish everyone still wrote like this…


ermahgerd, serrr attrerctervee chrster sheee

cute little buggah, ches


this is so cool! it’s my desktop screensaver on my laptop x

this is incredibly frightening 

i sing too much for someone who cant sing



My little brother is missing. His name is Keary Johnson. He’s 14 years old. He was last seen getting off the bus in front of our house in Castleton, Vermont… 4 hours ago. He’s autistic. Not severely, but it’s important to note here. His stuff isn’t at the house, meaning he never made it there. No one saw him go anywhere but walk up to our house.
Guys, I don’t care where you live… please PLEASE fucking signal boost this. I live 1,200 miles away and I feel so utterly helpless but I DO have 4,000 followers and I want to know that my little brother is found ASAP. Please guys I’m fucking begging you PLEASE. Castleton is very close to the New York border and only an hour from Massachusetts and New Hampshire, god forbid he was abducted he could be in either of those directions. So please, please please reblog and spread the word.
I’m sorry I don’t have a better picture of him.

just a signal boost….


puberty got it right

adorable throughout his whole life. what is this.

my baby