mangowho:

barrowmans:

omfg so today I saw a man and a woman holding hands in public, i mean i don’t have anything against heterosexuality but don’t flaunt it in front of me, think of the kids omfg

I don’t have anything against it either. I really don’t. My best friend is straight, but like, keep it in the bedroom you know?

(Source: oncebarrowmans, via guy)

kaskamarina:

making new friends like
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(via guy)

theinnkeeperlibrarian:

leepacey:

a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)

That’s exactly the appropriate response.

(via guy)

wingedcounsellor:

caseps:

michaxl:

nickiminajvevo:

can anyone make this transparent for me pls?

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im sorry i made an alternate version

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WHAT THE FUCK

(via officialwhitegirls)

fourtys:

I’m not poetic. I’m just awkward

(via perks-of-being-chinese)

"

in a year you’ll spill over with the maple syrup of her love
and your facebook will be a torture device i use
when i’m halfdrunk and looking to be
punished

in six months i’ll still call you in the dead of night
but you’ll have stopped answering such a long time ago
i’ll just speak diaries into your answering machine,
endless pointless babble

in three months your messages will still be saved
on my phone and i’ll stay up reading them
just to get off on
feeling my heart crumble

i see our end coming maybe a month or two
from right now,
i can hear it click slowly into the chamber
as you bring the gun around

because baby for a while now you’ve been
falling out of love
maybe it’s you maybe it’s our timeline maybe it’s that
i’m not enough

but baby tomorrow you’ll kiss me hard enough
to turn off the sirens screaming in my head
and i won’t realize you’ve charmed me back into believing
until you’ve taken me to bed

but baby tomorrow we’ll still be a couple
we’ll drink lemonade and laugh at bad jokes and
you’ll unstring yourself just a little bit more and i’ll try
sowing myself to your heart just a little bit closer
we’ll seem like we’re doing just fine
instead of perched on the edge of sorrow

and dear god but do i live
for that love you’ll pretend
tomorrow.

"

If you close your eyes, you can almost pretend like it’s all going just fine again. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

(via non--entity)

sealfie:

beneath-thespinlight:

riinakwaad:

lavendertownhall:

firerainbowdiscopanda:



walk walk fashion baby

I would pay to see someone wearing these together


PAY UP BITCH


We didn’t just see an amazing outfit we also saw an extremely good looking boy modeling it for us

sealfie:

beneath-thespinlight:

riinakwaad:

lavendertownhall:

firerainbowdiscopanda:

walk walk fashion baby

I would pay to see someone wearing these together

PAY UP BITCH

We didn’t just see an amazing outfit we also saw an extremely good looking boy modeling it for us

(via perks-of-being-chinese)

politicalsexkitten:

John Legend doesn’t take shit.

(via guy)

sadvillains:

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

:(

(via misliking)

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wordsovertears:

Alive // n.f.

Living; noun; L I V I N G
Definition: The means of maintaining life.
Life; noun; L I F E
Definition: The animate existence of an individual.
Individual; noun
Definition: A person.
Person; noun
Relative definition: Me

For all of my life
I have relied on definitions
to teach me how this world works.
I thought I already knew what it meant
to be alive,
but I have recently discovered
just how wrong I used to be.

There are only two things in this world 
that make me feel actually alive 
and I’ll have you know 
that one of them comes in the form of self destruction 
but the other is performing while on this stage 
and I swear the sound of snaps 
reminds me that I have the ability to 1. Hear.
An audience full of smiles and crossed legs,
frowns and distracted hands
reminds me that I can 2. See.
I can 3. Smell the ink from every single notebook
tucked inside the bags that enter this room.
I can still 4. Taste the blood in my mouth
from biting my lip so tightly
when I heard a poem so powerful
that it forced me to cave in on myself.
And each speck of dust my arms come across 
5. Touches me more deeply
and is more comforting to me than any home I have ever known.

We have been taught to believe our whole lives
that there are only 5 senses
but I believe that there are 9.
6. Temperature 
I swear my chest is warmer than the sun right now 
because a heart this heavy from being drenched with gratitude 
can’t help but radiate heat. 
7. Balance 
I was never any good at gymnastics;
my body didn’t know how to be steady,
and now neither does my mind
I rely on scientific nature to maintain my homeostasis
and my brain only knows how to rebel against my body
but being here 
and performing
is a better medication than I could ever ask for. 
8. Pain
I said before
that when my skin stings
I know that I am human,
but my god I prefer these aching callused hands
and the intense determination it takes to keep my eyes open
after a sleepless night of writing countless poems
any day.
9. Proprioception 
I can tell where the parts of my body are without looking at them
and I know that I am here and I am with you and you are alive
and I am alive 
and 
I…
I am alive.