Omg my boyfriend just brought me taco bell (/^▽^)/°•*°
hes just so perf c: ❤

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invhale:

Sometimes those who don’t socialize much aren’t actually anti-social, they just have no tolerance for drama and fake people.

coralhaze:

We’re all aprils fool. We got pranked by the month itself. Its not even really april. Its January. There is no april. We’re forever trapped in a world of cold weather and endless snow.

I write the craziest stuff at 2 in the morning I literally forgot that I posted this until I noticed that it was on my own blog and wondered why it didnt have more notes wow

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We’re all aprils fool. We got pranked by the month itself. Its not even really april. Its January. There is no april. We’re forever trapped in a world of cold weather and endless snow.

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I love him so much. I really, really do. And I know I dont deserve him and that Im nowhere near good enough but Ill always do anything and everything I possibly can to make him happy. Hes just so perfect omg I cant get over it (/゚▽゚)/°•*

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oh-teen-posts:

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"The truth is, when it comes to someone you love, you’ll find there isn’t anything you won’t do."Abe Mazur, The Fiery Heart (via cavanaughtobias)
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ghettoffmylawn:

whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?
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"The other day, someone asked me how old I was when I moved out of my parents house and I told them I was fourteen and they looked at me like I was crazy. When you’re fourteen you still need your mom to listen to you cry after you kiss a boy and he goes behind your back and kisses your best friend three nights later and you still need your dad to pick you up from school and give you money that you’re probably going to lose. But when I was fourteen I stopped talking to the girl I had been friends with since second grade. I never went downstairs when my mom called for dinner. I would lay on the floor for hours trying to feel something. I kissed four boys in one night because I wanted to know what love felt like but apparently it just felt like slimy tongues and sweaty hands grabbing at you. I handed in six homework assignments that year and my teachers called my parents in for a meeting but no one could get me to get the fuck out of bed and focus. I spent a few months tearing into my veins until I went too deep one night and found myself covered in blood and something else, probably the last bit of happiness I had left. When I was fourteen I think I disappeared. I lost myself one night trying to sneak out the window to buy drugs from the boy next door and I never really came home. I was fourteen when I moved out."(via extrasad)
"There’s a paradox in thinking that you’re better than other girls, when your whole reason for feeling that way is because you think your gender is so inherently inferior that you want to dis-identify with being a girl altogether."

More Than Words: Tomboys R Us

THIS whenever some girl brags about being “one of the boys” or says something like “I’m not like other girls, I LOVE [stereotypically masculine thing].”

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stability:

if you think about it it’s actually really weird that hair just pokes out of our skin and grows

hotslut69:

did everyone just quietly forgive pharrell for being in blurred lines

enlarging:

The biggest decision of each day is whether to keep blogging or go to bed and the first one usually wins whoops.