stay rad or die trying

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.

Daaaaaamnnn life, back at it again with the bullshit.

(via thebootydiaries)

… always rub honey into wounds instead of salt.

She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.