I will love you till the end of time♡



why do you care if people have tattoos and piercings or if people don’t wanna shave their legs or who people wanna fuck with

literally why do you care what someone else does with their own body if they’re not hurting anyone

it doesn’t affect you and there are a lot better things for you to actually give a fuck about

y’all got to work on your fucks budget, spend your fucks more wisely

ration all y’alls fucks

(via hollidayz)

I’m used to it The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via suckingonlarry)

(via angus-thongs-and-perfectsnogging)



"Pssst, spidey, what’d you get for number seven?"
"Dude, shut up! I don’t wanna get in trouble!"
"I got Waterloo."
“This is a math test!”

are we not going to talk about the fact that deadpool is writing with scissors
I had asked you to describe me in one word and you said "fireproof. nothing can break you- you’re strong." For months I’ve had myself believing that, believing that nothing had the power to break me, that I was invincible. You said that I had the ability to forget the storms I had danced through, forget what it was like to lose my mind, to forget what it felt like to be dead inside. Once upon a time I never use to explode with colours; people looked upon me with wonder, but maybe I destroyed myself for them one too many times. I crushed my ribs to let the freedom out. There were no flowers in my lungs or fireworks on my tongue. My walk was a hurricane’s winds and my voice was a tsunami of apologies, until I met you. But 7 months later I dropped to the floor and lost control over my mind. I couldn’t stop trembling after those two words left your mouth. "I’m sorry." My heart sank deeper than my mind does at night, I couldn’t breathe. It almost had seemed like those two simple words had wrapped themselves around my neck, so tight, that I was painted black and blue. I broke, I’m not strong; now I’m just smouldering. humans aren’t fireproof (via cutters-secrets)

(via mental-suicide)





This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

Needed this today

when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be. 

this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.

(via just-a-skinny-boy)


Babies sneezing is the best thing