Psychologically, I'm Very Confused
But personally...

radboysehun:

im ok w spending $40 on food but wont buy a $40 shirt

"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."
- Kiera Cass (via maxonshreaves)

thescienceofobsession:

Honestly though, watching the runners today at the Boston Marathon was so damn inspirational. Old, young, limping, smiling, yelling, grimacing. Determination written on every face. Dressed up in silly costumes (can’t tell you how many Captain Americas I saw), names on their jerseys and written in…

lbrossoit:

Well he missed a pretty god damn big one didn’t he

lbrossoit:

Well he missed a pretty god damn big one didn’t he

overlypolitebisexual:

whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal

theclearlydope:

Me watching Coachella on TV last night.

theclearlydope:

Me watching Coachella on TV last night.

(Source: meandmywhitefriends)

tardisblue-alphared:

soul-raised-from-perdition:

I can’t stop laughing at this. 

there is not a single person who didnt think of this when first watching GoT

(Source: hell-and-infinity)

"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"
- It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)
lovesexdevotion:


That was so beautiful

lovesexdevotion:

That was so beautiful

(Source: johto-jordan)

(Source: ruinedchildhood)

notkatniss:

fixed it

notkatniss:

fixed it