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monsterkin:

you son of a mumford


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gaypee:

shinjigraham:

kaldriss:

macklemore absorbing elmo into himself to steal his power

is that a jacket made of bathroom rugs

but shit it was 99 cents

gaypee:

shinjigraham:

kaldriss:

macklemore absorbing elmo into himself to steal his power

is that a jacket made of bathroom rugs

but shit it was 99 cents


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costcoreceipt:

dinofarts:

TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES

ok they going to warn the grass and then what ? explain how the other grass will run away from the lawmower ?


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I kissed you as hard as I could and whispered “I love you” in your ear and I smiled and then I told you that I wished I had never met you and I could see the confusion and hurt dripping down your face from the furrow in your brow. You asked why and I told you that you were etched into my bones and mixed in with the blood in my veins. Your voice was caught in the sky and your laugh was intertwined with the stars. I was a wreck before I met you. I think you saved me. I was on fire and you put me out. I was falling apart and you laced me back together. I taste you on my tongue. I see you in my sleep. But we’re young and in love and we both know that never really lasts. You’re going to meet someone prettier and nicer and smarter who finds that spot on your neck, where you love to be kissed, on your second date. And you’re going to love her. And I’ll slip from your mind, but you’ll always be in mine. Or maybe you won’t meet someone else. But you’ll find yourself thinking about other things before you fall asleep, things that have nothing to do with me and the color of my eyes. And you’ll start to realize that you really hate the way I laugh too loud and how I curl my hair around my finger when I’m nervous. You’ll get tired of finding me on the bathroom floor and cleaning blood from the sheets. The things you loved about me will get twisted in your mind, they’ll fade away and make your skin itch. You’ll get sick of it all and leave. Or maybe, we’re so in love that that could never happen. But something will happen. I’ll meet your mother and she’ll see that my dress is too short and that I’m not good enough for you and she’ll introduce you to her friend’s daughter, the one with a scholarship, who has glasses and pretty hair and volunteers at the animal shelter every thursday for 6 am to 12 pm. Or maybe you’ll get into college on the other side of the country. You’ve always liked warm weather. And I’ll stay here because we both know I’m not good with change. You’re the only thing that makes me happy but this is bound to end and the fire will start again and I’ll fall apart like I used to. I can’t breathe without you. I’m just waiting for the day my lungs cave in on themselves.
— I wish I had never met you  (via extrasad)

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tyleroakley:

latenighthush:

GIRLS ACTUALLY DO THIS
WHEN WE GET REALLY HAPPY LIKE THAT
WE SMILE 
AND CANT STAY STILL
AND GET A LIL BIT EMBARRASSED ABT IT

BOYS DO IT TOO
I CAN CONFIRM

tyleroakley:

latenighthush:

GIRLS ACTUALLY DO THIS

WHEN WE GET REALLY HAPPY LIKE THAT

WE SMILE 

AND CANT STAY STILL

AND GET A LIL BIT EMBARRASSED ABT IT

BOYS DO IT TOO

I CAN CONFIRM


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I wanna be your idea of perfect.
— Jay Gatsby (Leo)

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astound:

I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life


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bitchytbh:

having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch 


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krakensdottir:

small-potato-of-defiance:

condwiramurs:

welcome-foolishmortals:

I HAVEN’T LAUGHED THIS HARD IN THREE YEARS I AM HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTCK

I laugh until I cry every. single. time.

I swear Loki invented autocorrect.

It’s Crowley, I’m telling you! Autocorrect and the M4.

Auburn cockrocket. Auto cat rectal. Jesus chalupa. I think autocorrect is just a highly advanced artificial intelligence that understands our humor better than we do.


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0pirate:

yilisatlas:

bye

she went to a better place

0pirate:

yilisatlas:

bye

she went to a better place


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gaypee:

"i’m hungry"
"you just ate"
image


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chizuu:

a little comic dedicated to a friend