disneyprincest:

i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again 

fuckingniall:

my thighs don’t touch because i’m fat they touch because they’re in love

dotcore:

Game Boy.
by Riccardo Albertini.

earthnation:

will u still love me when im no longer young and ok looking

horcruxs:

it may seem like i’m always online

and that’s because i am

we-should-fuck-now-that-i:

our-stone-age-love:

 

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supjerbear:

One of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. Knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, or wants to see you. Whether they pick up the phone to send you a quick text or stop by your house to catch up, someone or something reminded them of you specifically. It just feels really nice to know that you’ve been on someone’s mind and that they care enough to let you know that.

fullmetalfisting:

one time in high school i didnt read the assigned book and i was like fuck it imma write this essay anyway and i had no idea what the book was even about or who the characters were so i just spewed out some shit about archetypes and the teacher came up to me after class and told me i was the only student who truly understood the book 

every-smile-is-gorgeous:

i like this a lot for some reason

overdid:

angrykids:

angrykids:

Queued

OMFG 

posted this ages ago, never realised it had this many notes asdfghjk

vacants:

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