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I really do like it when people tell me about themselves. It doesn’t matter what, it can be about their day, what they did that they found amazing, what their hobbies are, etc. I like knowing about people, in a way, it makes me feel like they trust me. You’re not bothering me with your rambling, I actually prefer to listen.
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If anyone ever asks me to define love, I’m just going to show them this
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usually
I love how Drake loses it
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slit-my-wrists-and-let-me-bleed:
Today
Today…
Everyday
Just everyday of my life
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there is no teacher in my history class rn and we are all just sitting here and being really quiet and whenever somebody opens the door, everyone turns around because we think its a sub but its not and then we just shush whoever walks in
update: we’re taking attendance and sending it down so nobody suspects that we dont have a teacher
UPDATE: THE PRINCIPLE WALKED IN AND DIDNT NOTICE ANYTHING
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this is break my heart and is fucking true
She just breaks down..
omfg. i don’t care how much i’ve blogged it, i can’t help but stare at this repeatedly. she just breaks down as if she’s been holding it in for so long.
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This reminds me of the most terrible feeling.
When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out.
Favorite movie.
Always reblog from it.Basically
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my cat licked my hand after i read it to her i think its pretty
1k yay
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Marina and the Diamonds vs. Coldplay - Viva La Primadonna
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| me everyday: | i look ugly today |
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APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO CBC NEWS TUMBLR IS KNOWN FOR “Foul language and nude photos”
REALLY? THATS ALL? WHY NOT THE AMAZING ARTISTS? THE SOCIAL JUSTICE? EVEN THE PHOTOGRAPHS ON THE SO CALLED “HIPSTER BLOGS”
WE ARE MORE THAN JUST FOUL LANGUAGE AND NUDE PHOTOS. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT
Are we?
yes we fucking are now shut your dirty whore mouth you lil shit
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