It is what it isssss
❝ 

the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

 ❞

— Nayyirah Waheed (via soulsscrawl)

Hands down the WORST hangover I’ve ever had today. I puked a good 10 times out my car window on the highway, had to pull over a mile away from my house to throw up again, and when I got home my mom saw me throwing up in her flower bed and now she’s pissed and I still feel like I want to die please someone shoot me in the fucking face

jaclcfrost:

ahaha yeah my feelings for that character have totally calmed down [sees picture of them] ahaha never mind. aha. ha. i lied. i fucking lied. i lied so much ahahaha i’m a fucking liar i have no control in my life ahaha help me

pain-isnt-permanent707:

graduation speech

debrasmorgans:

taragraceknowles:

jaclcfrost:

"who do you pair that character with?"

happiness. life. being happy. not being dead. i want them to be alive and safe. and happy. that’s what i’m getting at. that is the direction this is going in. that’s my only wish

image

mindgardens:

I’m with you Piper.

heteroh:

deadcyberbitch:

I HATE HORMONES 

really? i liked her i felt she had an important part in harry potter

dashdrive:

everyone has seen dicks they didn’t want to see

extreme makeover: home edition
  • girl: i kinda like horses
  • ty: WE MADE YOUR ROOM INTO A HORSE AND DECORATED IT WITH HORSES AND HERE WE GOT YOU 3 PET HORSES AND WE ARE PAYING FOR SURGERY TO MAKE YOU A HORSE

chubbinafatzarelli:

character development

❝ 

You’ve burnt my lungs
You’ve torn my heart
Left my strings unstrung
And that was just the start

You made my head light
And my body heavy
Unready to fairly fight

Day in and day out
You kept me waiting
Like you were my rain,
And I was your drought

You held on so tight,
And gripped so hard
That your knuckles turned white
But everyday and each night
You never let go,
And all alone,
You won that fight

You’ve got the heart and guts I wish I had
Maybe one day I’ll get there
Until then, my selfishness might ask you to share
And I’ll smile while most days it’s more than I can bare
To feel like I’m the only one that cares

You could be the wind in my sail,
Or the salt to my sea
If I could just accept the hard fact
Of being me

 ❞

— Once again

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