internetwes:

motherfucker-unlimited:

This is all because all of you didn’t buy the $80 custom blog themes from the tumblr store

doeyedangel:

Sigh it’s so hard being so gorgeous/ugly, funny/annoying, an angel/the most horrible person alive, so lovable/the unwanted friend in the group, perfect/severely mentally ill, etc.

officialjeremyfragrance:

i love it when a blog is just a girl talking to herself

doggosource:

when u call for ur dog n u hear the lil pap pap of their feet as they come to u

dorfs:

Anybody else in their I have nothing to say era? Because

holyloved:

bakwaaas:

the idea of being married is so weird like what if I’m having a sad moment late at night and I wanna cry in bed and then there’s just some guy there??

@christ-chan-official you best get ready

amargedom:

“And all I loved, I loved alone.”

— Edgar Allan Poe; Alone
(via naturaekos)

mmelodyj:

“I feel so lonely, like childhood again. What kind of ensnaring can touch the loneliness of animals? Nothing can touch it.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of “The Anthropology of Water”, in Plainwater (via antigonick)