You could cut my tongue out of my mouth and I’d still find a way to tell you I love you. (via extrasad) Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:31am
Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:29am

miscaitlin:

in grade 2 a boy made me go into the boys toilet and made me look at his poo that looked like a heart

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:29am
galaxyspaceandtime:

i woke up like this

galaxyspaceandtime:

i woke up like this

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:28am
Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:27am

iraffiruse:

How puppies help when you’re sick.

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:26am

thegoddess-afrodite:

reblogalert:

Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.

This can save lives

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:26am
subsonictinman:

fleurdilys:

whats-good-young-hoe:

Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk

i swear i tried not to reblog this.

i tried too. i failed.

subsonictinman:

fleurdilys:

whats-good-young-hoe:

Hold on, let me put away fucking Henry VIII’s milk

i swear i tried not to reblog this.

i tried too. i failed.

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:25am
Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street. Frida Kahlo (via childoflust) Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:25am
prettywigga:

James Franco, Pinneaple Express.

prettywigga:

James Franco, Pinneaple Express.

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:24am
always always always

veryclassylady:

I looked at him and thought. I would not mind sunday mornings with him.

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:24am

I wish you had stayed.

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:23am
wet-violet:

god damN

wet-violet:

god damN

Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:22am
Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:22am
If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
Because every night I tell her about you.
Shahrazad al-Khalij (via expiry) Tuesday Apr 4 @ 03:22am
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