there are Monsters in my head
lungfull of fun
k x n g !
YOU'RE AN ANIMAL TOO.
The Student Escort
SASSY MODEL GIFS
you dont say that
raileen the queen
friendly neighborhood khaleesi
measured out with coffee spoons
I Feel So Light and Naive
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD
I want to be funny...
Mae Mae :)
diary of an 18 year old sugar baby.
New York Explorer
BROOKLYN NINE-NINE GIFS
at least i exist.
THE RESULTS ARE IN!
Portroids: Daily Polaroid Portrait
too low to reach you, too high to care
You are the moon.
Silver Notes Across the Sky
Rooney Mara daily
AT WHAT AGE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DELETE YOUR TUMBLR
Just to fall into your human hands
The Places Where I Find Myself
la princesse de la lune
still learning things I ought to know by now
Sleep as the goer
Sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind
Here we go.
We don't play with the full-creams round here
Fuck Yeah, Filipino Cuties!
live not on evil
Parks and Recreation Caps
holding on the trapeze will not do.
yeah, let's leave tomorrow
Rachelle J. Hruska
I'm the new blue blood
where there is love there is life...
meg be me
hipster parks and rec
FUCK YEAH ONTD!
erin eppenbaugh photography
3 Dollar Wine
bounce bounce bounce bouncebounce
in het geheugen
Only Way I'll Truly Be Happy
WHAT SHOULD BUFFS CALL ME
☯ MADDIE MEOW ☯
Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Sensuality of life
Parks and Caps
Out-ta My Head
run of the millat
when you think of this story, you’ll only remember the look of hurt on their face when you finally got rid of them. that dull look of pain and surprise and anger and confusion. “…i don’t know why i’m doing this now,” you’ll try to say. but you know why. someone did it to you once, you know, so they can handle it.
good taste isn’t aways so kind, is it? and you have good taste, you think. of course, everyone thinks that they have good taste, so how can anyone really know if they have good taste? but you have good taste, you think. and these people, this person to you is like an ugly sweater freshly opened on Christmas morning. try em on for size. …nah. not good. not comfortable.
so you dump them. it was the way they chewed their gum, you think. the way that they chewed their gum drove you absolutely crazy. the worst part of a break-up, i think, is the “i don’t love you anymore” or the “i don’t want you anymore” or “i don’t think of you like that anymore” or any other bullshit way you attempt to put it. you don’t stop loving someone, you just didn’t love them in the first place.
"every break-up story has the heart of a sad ballad," some too-tipsy man will say to you in a bar. a trite and obvious and annoying saying, you think, and you try to make it better in your mind. you can’t.
every time there’s a break-up you have to leave. try your hardest to leave them and everything that reminds you of them and eventually you will move on - not necessarily move on to someone else, but you need to get away… you have to get away from them, from the love that was never really there.
you don’t stop loving someone, you just didn’t love them in the first place.
I’ve only ever seen white people put soy sauce on their rice or pour sugar in their green tea