30 6 / 2014

"Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact."

The most sober thing a drunk person could say (via whispering-secrets-and-smoke)

(via sophiesshitdontlikeitfuckoff)

30 6 / 2014

30 6 / 2014

"Don’t bring up the past of a person who is trying to improve their future"

30 6 / 2014

fatkidinmath:

im sorry if ive ever told you the same story twice its just that i dont have an interesting life and cool things rarely happen to me

(Source: peachvenom, via salacious-desires)

29 6 / 2014

kitten-mitt3ns:

koikoikoi:

These photographs, by New York-based Bing Wright, feature reflections of sunsets in shattered mirrors.

Amazing

(Source: koikoikoi.com, via izhmash)

28 6 / 2014

28 6 / 2014

draven926:

theboywasonfiretoo:

michaeeeeeeeeeeeeeel:

tom-sits-like-a-whore:

to get a lot of followers you need a popular post

to get a popular post you need a lot of followers

image

to get a job you need experience

to get experience you need a job

image

to get a car you need a job

to get a job you need a car

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to become more comfortable with social interaction you need to go to public places

to go to public places you need to become more comfortable with social interaction

image

(via katthewonderbat)

28 6 / 2014

evanescen-t:

smorgasbaby:

Kiev, largest city of Ukraine, before the violent demonstrations and now.

I don’t know how I feel about the situation.

evanescen-t:

smorgasbaby:

Kiev, largest city of Ukraine, before the violent demonstrations and now.

I don’t know how I feel about the situation.

(via noliesnowrong)

26 6 / 2014

bloody-men-with-blue-eyes:

ivettehomestuck:

almondskeyess:

no but really short people are so mean dude. i got a lot of short friends and they kinda scare me

us tall people are so nice and soft-hearted and everyone always picks on us for being tall and we’re like “haha yeah”

short people will easily start planning a murder if u pick on them

It’s because they’re closer to hell.

image

(Source: qawiya, via imactuallytrying)

26 6 / 2014

hagoonamatata:

Boys need to stop thinking they’re doing a massive service to girls by telling them they like girls without makeup

(via deano-and-casafras)

26 6 / 2014

26 6 / 2014

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

(via deano-and-casafras)

26 6 / 2014

26 6 / 2014

eyeslikecominghome:

a commercial for dominos was just on and i guess i was lovingly staring at the tv because my mom says to my dad “i wish you still looked at me like haley’s looking at that pizza”

(Source: kissinbarsyoufool, via coconutcancer)

26 6 / 2014