surejohn221b:

thefangirlsarecomeing:

ianoshea:

What if there was a tumblr summer camp where you did fandom related activities and you sat in the grass outside and blogged and got to meet everyone you’ve met on tumblr and you could eat all you wanted it would be so much fun

and instead of embarrassing us with the lame attempts at sports, they will train us to be hunters, companions, space cowboys, and consulting detectives.

#i’d go for the food

(via d-pressedlife)

britterswithoutbitters:

loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart:

i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much:

vangoghstars:

sparkafterdark:

glamour-parade:

How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you

I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.

for the constellations of your skin to brush against
the earth of mine
i would swim the seas a thousand times

(please let’s fuck now)

That was beautiful

poets

damn

(Source: surf4ces, via som3where-in-n3verl4nd)

Poem by me

som3where-in-n3verl4nd:

Society changed this teen                                                                             

I wish it was a dream

To hate oneself this much

It really really sucks

I want to be pretty thin and tall

My mirror doesnt show this to me at all

I want to be like the girls in the magazines

Yes, society has changed this teen

mexicanaqueen:

my parents never gave me the sex talk and here i am knowing more than i should

(Source: officialsubway, via som3where-in-n3verl4nd)

67604) I hate when people look at me, I feel like they’re looking at my chubby face or my chubby legs or my chubby everything else. I wish I was invisible.

(Source: confessionsabouteatingdisorders, via som3where-in-n3verl4nd)

peanutbuttarunna:

a-fucking-creeper:

mareeps:

they should have made specialty ice cream flavors for the election

mint romney and obamanana split

i’m 500% done with this site

barackyroad

(Source: drarna, via som3where-in-n3verl4nd)

Why do my parents feel the need to ruin the night every single time we go out to eat?

This time it was my mother’s impatience. The ice cream machine wasnt working but I wanted ice cream so I told her to wait. Eventually she told the waiter “can we get a raincheck on an ice cream cone? Its the reason we came. We came for the ice cream” so natrually, I said.”umm, mom, its sizzlers. No we didnt.” And then she got SUPER mad at me and was like “don’t you dare ever do that again! You made me look like a liar and you underestimated what I was saying” and I was like “uhhh….thats not the right use of underestimated.” And shes like “whatever!” And was pissy the whole way home.

My mother is mad at me over an ice cream cone, ladies and gentlemen.

cutd33per-crylonger:

justreallysad:

bevsi:

sometimes i just

me everyday :(

Everyday at sixth form

(via thetinywords)

180mph:

genetics is a fucked up and unfair game

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