i'm thebeff. this is my blog blog.
my reblog blog is here.


14th April 2014

Post with 4 notes

'i have not given u space to lie in, i have given u death' - photobooth, college

is it right to feel as though all my loves stay like splinters in a heart that will rot much faster than they?

jared worried about what was right a lot, as though he would ever answer his own worries, as though they had answers.

but in new spring new york, when the sun hits your face as you cross an avenue and wonder how magical the world must be for this automated playlist to know precisely what to play at this precise moment, you couldn’t blame him for asking almost anything.

not when the world is so beautiful here, and there also, and when fear is a cab coming too fast down the road and love a stoplight turned red.

jared felt the carpet under his feet when he came home and felt how good it’d be to jump on it. so he did and he sang to the voice of a girl he knew once loved him, who must be singing now of some other love past theirs. it made him happy and so terribly sad, and made him think of Jackie too, who had said to him once “I found you too late this time, but on the next go-around, I’ll b punctual .” he thought about that every day. it was so wondrous to him that someone he once loved could believe in love like that, between lives and outside bodies, and how remarkable it was that no longer having that someone made sense.

it was right; and now, jumping on the carpet, marveling at machines, Jared took a breath to open the window for the first time in months and meet new spring new york. 

Tagged: alt litphotoboothnew yorkquickshit

14th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from Mashable with 21 notes

That time I spent 15 hours snapchatting and it was incredible

mashable:

In case you missed it: Mashable embarked on a Hobbit Snapchat quest ththroughout New York City last week to pick up a Blu-Ray of The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. You can check out the full adventure here.

Tagged: thehobbitthe hobbitthe hobbit: the desolation of smaugmashablesnapchatsnapchat storyblu-raythe hobbit blu-rayvisual storytelling

7th April 2014

Photo reblogged from Sexpigeon with 22 notes

sexpigeon:

He says you are free, you are free, go be free, but freedom turns out to have fences and dogs.

me caught by a sexpigeon

sexpigeon:

He says you are free, you are free, go be free, but freedom turns out to have fences and dogs.

me caught by a sexpigeon

1st March 2014

Photo with 2 notes

A wall of actual #direwolf skulls, just a few of the thousands found in the asphalt pits at in Los Angeles. [#GoT is real] (at Page Museum at the La Brea Tar Pits)

A wall of actual #direwolf skulls, just a few of the thousands found in the asphalt pits at in Los Angeles. [#GoT is real] (at Page Museum at the La Brea Tar Pits)

Tagged: gotdirewolf

28th February 2014

Photoset reblogged from KILL MY BLUES with 18,262 notes

26th February 2014

Photo reblogged from 1000 Questions I Have Asked Myself with 6 notes

I started this little blog with my friend Hayley. It looks back on all the questions I have asked myself in writing over the years - in my journals and online. Hopefully, you might find one you’ve asked yourself too. 

I started this little blog with my friend Hayley. It looks back on all the questions I have asked myself in writing over the years - in my journals and online. Hopefully, you might find one you’ve asked yourself too. 

Tagged: questionstypewriterwords

23rd February 2014

Photo with 5 notes

Tagged: selfieselfiestimo weilandthebeff

18th February 2014

Photo reblogged from EMOTWINIK with 8,071 notes

Source: animatedtext

18th February 2014

Post with 1 note

Sometimes I like to peak at the back of poem.

Oh you! Oh death! of the singular answers,

Of the short-lived sputters of the faithful, of deserts deserted by the wise,

Of yourself never questioning yourself, (for who more wise than you, or who less faithful?)

Of mouths that willfully stay silenced, of the subjects abstract, of the contentment never renew’d

Of the rich questions of one, of the swift and beautiful individuals you pass through you,

Of the full and useful moments of the rest, with the rest you removed,

The answer, O you! (so sweet, heard only once) - What sadness within you, O you, O death?

Question:

Are you here - does life end or lives at all,

Do poor realites stop as i pass through silently?

Tagged: mirror poemwalt whitman

18th February 2014

Post with 2 notes

i have given up believing that only beautiful things are to be reblogged

and on wondering what love is like on the west coast

or if i have hurt you, ever

there is such a heavy now

around all

and i could cry because of it

stay with me

in the bottom of the night

blue jane.

stay