If I wasn’t an actor, I would definitely do things to my hair. I would cut it more, I would dye it more. At some point I want to do a total boy cut, completely—not a pretty, girly version—like a straight up James Dean haircut. And then, I’m definitely going to shave my head before I die. I will definitely tattoo my head while it’s shaved before my hair grows back. I’m not sure which part, probably the bottom quadrant in the back. I don’t know what the tattoo would be, yet. Still thinking.



New Sundance Portraits of the Camp X-Ray cast! (x)

+pll;  +otp;  +spoby;  +babies;  


he really is her safe place to land and I’m crying


+pll;  +spoby;  +otp;  

Love isn’t flawless, it isn’t understanding, it isn’t patient. It’s temperamental, it’s impatient, its suicidal. It makes your bones ache, it makes your eyes swell up. It gets insecure, it gets jealous, it gets irrational, it pointlessly fights. It makes you want to be with someone, in the rawest and purest of ways, at all times, through every painful moment and every magical moment. But it will never be what we expect it to be. 

But it’s beautiful.