thedorkiestviking:

Bubba was my best good friend.

this wasn’t in the fucking terms & conditions

I literally didn’t sign up for this touchy-feely-ass bullshit

dotcore:

Metal Gear Solid.
by Colin Tan.

via Pixalry.

Reblogged from Dotcore.
nicolezai:

This gave me butterflies

nicolezai:

This gave me butterflies

Reblogged from Tricks R 4 Kidz
simp-licity:

fawun:

I’m done with this website

WHAT IS THIS HAHAHA

simp-licity:

fawun:

I’m done with this website

WHAT IS THIS HAHAHA

bullshit394:

thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:


orientaltiger:
Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

bullshit394:

thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:

orientaltiger:

Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

Reblogged from Twist&Kiss♥
I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix.
— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via c-oquetry)
Reblogged from Twist&Kiss♥
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
— Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via psych-facts)
Reblogged from Apples
conv0itise:







I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain





 I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans



 there are two kinds of people




both please

conv0itise:

I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain


I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans


there are two kinds of people

both please

Reblogged from Apples
waweyn:

She just died like 17 times in that fight

waweyn:

She just died like 17 times in that fight

Reblogged from Apples