it's all in my head

— Six word story, March 6, 2014 (116/365)

(Source: itsokayifitsgone, via moon-light-star-bright)


i have unlimited texting and i only text 3 people ever i think my phone company looks at my bill and just laughs

My unlimited minutes show I’ve only used 9 this billing cycle

(via fake-mermaid)

Breast so big when I sit on the toilet I feel like a turtle pulling its head in its shell.

Anonymous said: don't you think your "boys in crop tops" tag needs more white guys?


i don’t think anything in the world needs more white guys

— Joyland, Stephen King (via satans-ghost)

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nah I think we should really stop glorifying cigarettes

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— (via vugust)

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do u ever look at gorgeous people and just cry

or rich people and cry even harder

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I just don’t like the professor. Let’s be honest.

I follow a blog of nothing but mozzarella sticks and never reblog because I don’t want to seem like a fat ass.


Catherine Palace by sftrajan on Flickr.


Imagine if your follower count turned into money

I’d only have $97

(via fake-mermaid)


i’m still pissed off about growing up

(via captain-amerihurr)


i want dogs to be allowed at more places and i want children under 6 to not be

(via fake-mermaid)

The tear was only so big, trying to be healed again. With every smile, laugh, and hug, mending the hairline fracture that it was, that tear had begun to mend. But with every smile, laugh, and hug there came a poisonous drug. A drug that brings you deeper and deeper into its uncannily sense of content and peacefulness. But, this is no ordinary drug, it leaches on to what little strength left the tear had to mend and sends false messages, telling it what it wants to hear. And once the tear realizes what it’s let in, all its pain comes to an end. Now there’s to much damage done to be heald again.