May 2013
mom: do you have a boyfriend
me: yes
mom: does he exist
me: yes
mom: does he know you exist
me: not yet
fadical:
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
psilentasincjelli:
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and...
squareclocks:
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
how dare u ignore me after ive made 0 attempts at talking to u
Tumblr: I am a strong and independent blue website who don't need no Yahoo
northlan-e:
its gotten to the point where i either feel no emotion or every emotion at once
spoken-not-written:
thats-slightly-raven:
My brother was trusted to go shopping for the first time yesterday and he bought 39 loaves of bread because it was on offer so now our kitchen is just full of a fuckton of bread and we have nowhere to put any of it because our freezer is full, my house is like a shitty math problem right now.
oh crumbs.
fourlittlehobbits:
when it comes to reading i’m either reading 400 pages a day or taking a month to read 200 there is no inbetween
I’m not even sure how tomorrow is going to pan out I’m actually terrified to watch Jamie Carragher play his final game and I don’t know what to do, I’m crying already and I’ve got another day.
the-lonely-scottish-guy:
‘stop being overdramatic’ they say
‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist
33113:
don’t be too clingy don’t be such a ‘girl’ be a woman but be hairless like a child
don’t wear skimpy outfits don’t be such a ‘slut’ be modest but take it off when i ask don’t assert yourself don’t be such a ‘bitch’ be nice to me but don’t be a fucking doormat don’t be ignorant don’t be such a ‘bimbo’ be intelligent but don’t argue your opinion with me don’t wear make-up ever don’t be so...
“So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via jeihiyaahh)
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine,...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via lovely—delight)
thernardier:
“you wanna see my breasts” i say seductively to my boyfriend. i unbutton my shirt to reveal two large, succulent cuts of meat. i am a chicken. why do i have a boyfriend. why am i wearing clothes
“Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and...”
– John Mayer (via blindeyeswillsee)
trolling-tito:
In 1961 Benfica won its first (and last) European Cup, against Real Madrid.
Next year, their coach, Bella Guttman, was fired. He reportedly said: “Without me, Benfica will never win an European title again. Ever.”
Well, I am not saying he was right.
But…
He was right.
leonmcgann:
agroncriss:
i remember when france gave the uk one point last year
and then graham norton said:
we built a tunnel to your country
to non-europeans this post will be so confusing
jebiwonkenobi:
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
without wishing to sound melodramatic, sunday is going to be bouleversant for me
just wish i could think of the english word for bouleversant
miscaitlin:
why doesn’t life have a motherlode cheat yet
psychoticmist:
if you ever feel bad about yourself remember that george bush was once informed that 4 brazilian people were killed in iraq and he responded ‘how many is a brazilian’
mareeps:
today in yearbook this guy AJ was being really rude and disruptive so my teacher told him to act ladylike. instead of doing his usually disruptive stuff, every 30 seconds he would yell out
“MY BOOBS HURT”
“I NEED A MAN”
“IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY BEST YOU SURE AS HELL DONT DESERVE ME AT MY WORST”
“I CANT DRIVE”
“WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE ME”
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
– A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via josephgordonslevitt)
areallifegirlinthisfuckedupworld:
my mum told my dad there was a beetle in the kitchen and he ran downstairs going PLEASE TELL ME ITS JOHN LENNON
