Everyone dies eventually™

Everyone dies eventually™

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me: i'll just add 'haha' at the end so i don't sound mean

91,621 notes - 22 May

90% of the contacts in my phone are useless.

99,014 notes - 22 May

canadianmountiejesus:

egberts:

stalf:

egberts:

do you think cats know they dont have thumbs

do cats know what a thumb is

why wouldn’t they lol everyone knows what a thumb is

cats know what thumbs are but do thumbs know what cats are

4,898 notes - 22 May

sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation

224,091 notes - 22 May

“money doesn’t buy happiness”

let me test this hypothesis

(Source: tvspecial)

20,656 notes - 22 May

i feel like i annoy everyone that doesnt start the conversation with me first

18,514 notes - 21 May

eternell:

iwassoalonecastiel:

timelord-and-fishcustard:

The colour of this crack changes to a darker version of your blog colour.

GET ON MY BLOG

OmF there’s a crack of space and time on my blog.

evilgh0st:

childhoodphobia:

Well thats scary as fuck

omg

ski-to-be-free:

I want an arrow tattoo because of the quote: An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it’s going to launch you into something great. So just focus, and keep aiming.

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my mother said i could be anything i wanted so i became an anxious and antisocial recluse with an internet dependence and an intolerance for natural light

(Source: brigwife)

192,396 notes - 16 May

godstoy:

This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

glamour-parade:

How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you

(Source: surf4ces)

262,176 notes - 15 May