16839
23 Apr 14 at 6 pm

Asked by Anonymous

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

alchemy:

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

 3641
23 Apr 14 at 6 pm

extrasad:

Can you write a poem about a guy who made me think he liked me and made me be hopeless

(via involutus)

extrasad:

Can you write a poem about a guy who made me think he liked me and made me be hopeless
 39728
23 Apr 14 at 6 pm

James Baldwin  (via perfect)

(Source: gentlerecovery, via involutus)

"It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here."

 84324
23 Apr 14 at 7 am

flaurix:

radicooler:

This is the type of place I want to live in when I move to L.A. Like exactly how I envision it in my head.

perfect

(Source: lalunalagoon, via k1ngboss)

flaurix:

radicooler:

This is the type of place I want to live in when I move to L.A. Like exactly how I envision it in my head.

perfect

fartgallery:

kids that look exactly like one of their parents are so weird, it’s like they’re the lowercase and uppercase versions of a person

(via nostalgicforyou)

writing “sorry” at the bottom of your math test

(via b00berang)

i’m the kind of girl that will accidentally ash on my bed then sleep in it becuz i cba to change the sheets.

 46232
23 Apr 14 at 5 am

(Source: eugenialoli, via alibiy)

 60110
23 Apr 14 at 5 am

Katy Perry’s first and last attempt at crowd surfing

i laughed so hard at this

(Source: lolgifs.net, via cruaute)

 567
23 Apr 14 at 5 am

George Bernard Shaw (via observando)

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself."

 16000
23 Apr 14 at 4 am

nowyoukno:

Now You Know it’s fucking yellow-red not orange.

(Source)

(via sorelatable)

nowyoukno:

Now You Know it’s fucking yellow-red not orange.

(Source)

trillow:

laminate me when i die

(via paintgod)

,

don’t tell me you love me
until you mean it.
because love is not hunger,
it is not desire, and it sure as fuck
isn’t what we have.
don’t tell me you love me
because you think thats what i want to hear,
as we entangle our bodies in sweaty
heaps,
the word love should not roll off your tongue 
like early morning mists,
it should choke in your throat 
and swallow itself in your stomach.
love is more than frolicking on sunny days
with the girl you think
will save you.
love is convincing me in the middle of the night
that i deserve more than pills and
angry cuts on my legs, 
love is letting me blow my snotty nose 
on your new shirt and still wearing it.
love is understanding that when i bite you
with my bitter words, it comes from a place 
that has been hurt so many times
by that word ‘love’.