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awwww-cute:

My cat guarding her first and only baby

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elsastardis:

asammyg:

How fucked up is the entire concept of The Parent Trap? These parents have twins but want a divorce so they decide their best course of action is to just each take one and never speak to each other again. 

Not to mention moving to opposite sides of the world.

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deardeerling:

do you ever just use an emoticon or phrase ONCE and then all of a sudden it makes up 99% of your daily vocabulary

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deadindeathvalley:

Some Pop Punk Song From 2006 Feat. Patrick Stump, Brendon Urie, Travie Mccoy and William Beckett With a Music video Featuring Pete Wentz Randomly Standing Somewhere in the Background.

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assholedisney:

I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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baebees:

go to ur hairdresser and ask for this

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