cakeandrevolution:

I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.

(via zofia-and-sloths)

snarkydiscolizard:

"i’m sad and idk how to feel better"

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"i don’t know what to draw"

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"i always mess up"

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"BUT I SUCK"

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(via zofia-and-sloths)

r0wdyruff:

help me, i am trapped

in a haiku factory

save me, before they

(Source: litlpup, via zofia-and-sloths)

paganroots:

Misty morning by dominique-merot

I want to go on a walk here. It just looks like it would be quiet, relaxing and calming.

paganroots:

Misty morning by dominique-merot

I want to go on a walk here. It just looks like it would be quiet, relaxing and calming.

(via oaken-glynn)

Super dig the edits.

Super dig the edits.

(Source: otreblad, via tidesofjanus)

Tags: reference

spiderbesiderr:

sexxxisbeautiful:

that’s it that’s the whole argument.

That’s literally the best way i’ve ever seen to describe it.

(Source: citymod, via fxckinanarchy)

(Source: eatingisfab, via tidesofjanus)

justmyflawedlogic:

hamacidal:

ultrafunnypictures:

You can read up to 500 words per minute

THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK

I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.

justmyflawedlogic:

hamacidal:

ultrafunnypictures:

You can read up to 500 words per minute

THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK

I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.

(via fxckinanarchy)


"Are you wearing the-"The Chanel Boots? Yeah, I am.

"Are you wearing the-"
The Chanel Boots? Yeah, I am.

(Source: fuckyeahsmilingdogs, via fxckinanarchy)

"

We were roses,
Budding in a field full of daisies,
Separated for miles by the other flowers,
As we began to grow, we knew we didn’t belong,
Our parents were daisies,
The friends we surrounded ourselves with were daisies,
But we were roses,
And we began to whither,
Our petals wilted and drooped,
Until one day, caring hands replotted us side by side,
Day by day, we watched each other thrive,
We blossomed as our roots became intertwined,
And for the first time,
Somebody didn’t mind our thorns.

Our colors became more vibrant,
We became healthier than ever before,
So healthy, mind you, that we began to forget what we needed each other for,
Those people who we perceived as mere daisies,
Were becoming so much more,
Day by day, my roots slipped away from their caring companions,
Our paths were no longer meant to cross,
Replotted once more we were,
But now there was much more space between us.

I still cared,
I still hoped to hear you were well,
When I saw you wilting, I prayed for the healing rain,
Gradually, your colors would return.

We were roses,
Realizing in the midst of it all,
That maybe, just maybe,
Daisies weren’t so bad after all.

"

— "Roses" by Natalie Vukson (via hingderdingder)