saturdaynight-typelight:

wonderfulkindofday:

Glad I didn’t scroll pass this !

What’s his Vine screenname so I can follow the shit out of him

"Dad, round is a shape."
"You were the biggest mistake of my fucking life!" 

(via pursuitofhapppinessss)


When the music’s too bomb

When the music’s too bomb


virginsplayground:

sad-butsassy:

shinnomew:

my-littletony:

vixen7:

I’m crying.

ITS BACK

“You’re the worst friend ever” in a monotone voice
I’m very happy

"I will rip your fucking throat out"

I TRIED TO NOT REBLOG BUT THEN I COULDNT

(via wildnightout)


drowningheta:

gallifreyburning:

giraffepoliceforce:

I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.

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Canada’s time to shine has come

(via teenage-travesty)


I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
I’m fucked (via versteur)

(via thisisyourfate)


All I want is to play footsie under the breakfast table. I want droopy eyelids and sleepy laughter over the coffee cups and cereal bowls. I want messy hair and morning breath kisses and soft voices. I want toothbrushes touching and shared soap bars and brushing fingers as the towel is passed between our hands. i want shirts and bras and boxers and socks mixed in a hamper threatening to overflow by laundry day. i want soft sunlight dancing on dishwater and soap bubbles in the sink, the clink of glasses being placed on the high shelf, a pair of hips pushed against my back trying to reach the cabinet over my head. I want a hand in mine in the supermarket, holding conferences over produce. I want tickle fights in dining room, cuddle sessions in the living room, and nonsense conversations in the bedroom. i want pillows migrating to the wrong side of the bed and crumpled sheets and blanket wars in the night. i want chainsaw snoring and tangled limbs and warmth radiating between us resting heart to heart. I want love. Pure, simple, true. I want it with you.
"Give me the word, and I’ll give you a lifetime" by Hannah Estelle (via hidontbecreepy)

(via teenage-travesty)


kisslng:

twerkforcats:

i always had my head wrapped around the idea of getting into a wonderful university and getting a good job and getting married and having a family and being able to support them but for some reason now all i want to do is travel and eat new foods and meet new people and get a tan and buy a one way ticket and not come home

This is the most relevant thing I have ever read

(via teenage-travesty)


puicci:

plur-pride:

holy shit… my life.


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puicci:

plur-pride:

holy shit… my life.

(via pursuitofhapppinessss)