ostracizedpoodle: wanna make your girl feel special? sacrifice her
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be...– Marya Hornbacher (via angelled)
ringostarring: ok, new theory. maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us well maybe we would sound so bad if some people didn’t try to play with big meaty claws what did you say, punk? bIG MEATY CLAWS WELL THESE CLAWS AIN’T JUST FOR ATTRACTING MATES BRING IT ON OLD MAN, BRING IT ON no people let’s be smart and bring it OFF OH SO NOW THE TALKING CHEESE IS...
staff: magsby: petition for tumblr staff to leave we don’t want to be here anyway david karp holds us hostage send help
vvierd: IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST i dont blame u neither can i
2treehill: how do you get a nice body without moving
bluebeanze: friendship is so weird??? Like it starts out with compliments and cute things and then suddenly it does a complete 360 and you just start screaming at them and calling them motherfucker
greekgogurt: do you ever look at someone you used to be good friends with and cringe
heyitsemele: pastelmorgue: eradicategirlhate: you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period? THE FUCKING DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED Reblogging again, because this will never be...
ayeleesh: when you see your reflection on your laptop screen and you just look
improving-for-good: why weigh yourself when you could set yourself on fire then roll in broken glass and feel the same way
hungarian: what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom!!
largebeard: foodchewer: *hides good snacks from family members*
disregardwomen: mintmeow: i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the...– Unknown (via electric-wish)
internetexplorers: we could be married with like 4 kids and i’d still be too scared to text you first