toebells:

jesuschristgrl

i didn’t type my paper because i am a piece of shit :-)

boodlicious:

Forcing your pets to spend time with you by closing the door

done:

eggsquad:

Literally my math teacher abandoned today’s lesson because some kid brought his kitten to school i don’t even know

hella cute guys in this someone track them down for me

frickyeah-attractivepeople:

i remember even just a year ago, i’d see pictures all the time of people with captions saying “i’m ugly” and stuff like that

but now, just about every day on my dash, it’s gotten to be like a thing where people will say “my hair looked super cute today” or “i’ve been feeling so body positive lately”

how awesome is that

The conversation I just heard in the cafe

Guy 1: She said that she was really sorry that she made me mad and that she’d like for us to be friends. She kept apologizing profusely. 

Guy 2: Wanna know why she said that? She’s afraid of you and wants to be on your good side. She thinks you are going to rape her.

Guy 1: Really? I mean, only if the circumstances were right.

………………..are you kidding me? are you FUCKING kidding? 

Whenever I see something Dr.Who related, I always think of you
Anonymous

good. that’s what i have been striving for. 

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Trailer – “The Mockingjay Lives”

I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…
what I’m too afraid to say - h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart (via perfect)