Text 17 Apr 394,040 notes

clusterphoque:

do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about

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Text 16 Apr 411,127 notes

geekstep:

niggercakes:

hungarian:

say “oh my god look at the blood on her pants” in a crowded hall & the girls who turn around are the ones on their period

alright satan lets take it down a notch sweetie

Says tumblr user niggercakes

Text 16 Apr

We are so different yet so similar,

Text 15 Apr

i used to feel like i was full.  full of stories, full of voices trying to be heard, but lately i feel empty. Like there is nothing, nothing. I’m bone dry. i have no muse. will it ever come back? i had grown to love that “full” feeling. even when i felt like i would explode. i felt as if i had so many opinion, so many thoughts that just hadn’t been acted upon yet. Did i miss my chance to act on them? is that why they are gone?  have my thoughts abandoned me as a punishment of putting them off, I said i wait to right them down till “later” but, later never came. Please come back i miss you i miss being “full”. Please come back…….PLEASE!!!!!

Quote 15 Apr 2,622 notes
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
— Neil GaimanThe Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via feellng)
Photo 14 Apr 525,550 notes subsonictinman:

fleurdilys:

whats-good-young-hoe:

Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk

i swear i tried not to reblog this.

i tried too. i failed.

subsonictinman:

fleurdilys:

whats-good-young-hoe:

Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk

i swear i tried not to reblog this.

i tried too. i failed.

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Photo 14 Apr 1,356 notes do-not-touch-my-food:

Coconut Butter Granola
Photo 14 Apr 377,119 notes g-iggle:

lolsofunny:

ladderboss:

wtf kind of turtle is that

science of tumblr can you please explain this

mitochondria

g-iggle:

lolsofunny:

ladderboss:

wtf kind of turtle is that

science of tumblr can you please explain this

mitochondria

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Video 14 Apr 29,905 notes

discard-and-discover:

well that escalated at a perfectly acceptable speed. 

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Video 14 Apr 7,123 notes

The last lines of the Hunger Games Trilogy

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