starsquadd:

It honestly breaks my heart to think that somewhere in the world right now, Jennifer Lawrence (in addition to multiple other women) may very well be crying her eyes out because her privacy has been greatly compromised in one of the most awful ways possible. This is so fucking disgusting and whoever did this is a fucking low-life pig.

(via whoredinarygirl)

suzysils:

I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”

(via fake-mermaid)

jamie-runningwild:

zooophagous:

itscolossal:

DIY Glowing Resin Shelves

IM DOING THIS

I want to make these so bad. 

(via texas-red-dirt-sunset)

hunnnnie:

I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.

(via seedy)

I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.

mystory-goeson:

steampoweredsass:

tywinllannister:

thepredatorblog:

tallestsilver:

ryrick:

this will never not be funny.

I REFUSE

i can’t actually breathe

It looks pissed

get out

HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA omgg I can’t stop laughing

mystory-goeson:

steampoweredsass:

tywinllannister:

thepredatorblog:

tallestsilver:

ryrick:

this will never not be funny.

I REFUSE

i can’t actually breathe

It looks pissed

get out

HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA omgg I can’t stop laughing

(Source: mazerin, via jennaanne01)

In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.

Franz Kafka, Letter to Milena Jesenská (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via thatkindofwoman)

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland, via bastille)

ninjinp:

74/365