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.
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