May 2013
irresponsibleeyouth:
The trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.
2073:
money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a false sense of security and fruity alcoholic beverages to numb the pain and honestly what’s the difference
cybergay:
cloudy with a chance of me not getting laid this summer
0ddkitten:
Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need Chasing relentlessly Still fight and I don’t know why If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity
I love this song way too much
infauna:
please,
refrain from making your sentences
look as though they’re poetry.
all they are
is illogically spaced sentences
that make you look
like a huge
wanker
kenfucky:
opening the fridge for the first time after someone went grocery shopping
saddumbgirl:
idk if you say possesive things like “you’re mine” i get all melty and weird and will probably fall in love with you
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
show a man tumblr and he will laugh for a second. teach a man to use tumblr and watch him spiral into insanity
tumblr is like egypt nobody understands us and we worship cats
primadonnas:
SO I GET HOME AND THERE’S THIS RANDOM KID ON MY COUCH AND HE’S LIKE ‘ALRIGHT MAN I DON’T WANNA HURT U JUST PUT UR STUFF DOWN AND GET ON THE GROUND I JUST WANT UR MONEY’ AND I FUCKIN ALMOST PUKED I WAS LIKE “OMG PLS NO I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY I’M ONLY 15” THEN HE WAS LIKE “NAH MAN I’M JUST FUCKIN WITH U I’M UR BROTHER’S FRIEND HE’S IN THE SHOWER I’M JUST WAITIN FOR HIM”
twoboobsjohnson:
There’s one part of me that’s like:
You should do your work, and then you wouldn’t be so stressed, and you would feel a great sense of accomplishment, and you’d have free time when you’re finished.
But then there’s this other part of me that’s like:
No.
They both make such good arguments.
“People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay...”
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