Melpomene

Sep 26, 2014

http://forever90s.tumblr.com/

(via sniffing)

Sep 25, 2014

bace-jeleren:

wasifio:

Gushers sandwich with Fruit by the Foot as bread.

This is it. This is what I became an adult for. To be able to go down to the grocery store, buy a box of fruit by the foot and a box of gushers and make this and not have anyone tell me I can’t.

(via zackisontumblr)

Sep 25, 2014

(Source: solaravada-archive, via pvbertyblues)

Sep 25, 2014

There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

(Source: i-mahu, via brokenglassgirl)

Sep 25, 2014

(Source: konanfg, via katarakarate)

Sep 25, 2014

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Sep 25, 2014

grinderman2:

if i had money i would dress so on point all the time… i would even theme my outfits based on my emotion of the day like “cold war-era paranoia” or “realizing that you are not an exception”

(via atomkiller97)

Sep 25, 2014

http://c-isnenegro.tumblr.com/

(via c-inismus)

Sep 25, 2014

  • me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
  • ...
  • me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]

Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

snazzapplesweet:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

my french teacher kept looking at me like this so I took this without warning him and told him he’d be famous

he demanded a retake bc he wanted u guys to think hes cool


I can’t believe I forgot to mention the fact that when I took this he told me to photoshop some hair on so “my internet friends” would like him
someone make this mans dreams come true


okay

helP

WHEN I SHOWED HIM THIS HE SAID “THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED”

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

snazzapplesweet:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

my french teacher kept looking at me like this so I took this without warning him and told him he’d be famous

he demanded a retake bc he wanted u guys to think hes cool

image

I can’t believe I forgot to mention the fact that when I took this he told me to photoshop some hair on so “my internet friends” would like him

someone make this mans dreams come true

okay

helP

WHEN I SHOWED HIM THIS HE SAID “THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED”

(via lohanthony)

Sep 22, 2014

bombing:

take me to the museum and tell me i’m prettier than any work of art there then try to pin me up on the wall with the other paintings as security guards rush to stop you

Sep 20, 2014

veganburritotime:

"Cause dire times call for dire faces
Lovely dancer call a dancer
Trade our places in the night
We’re running barefoot, you and I”

veganburritotime:

"Cause dire times call for dire faces

Lovely dancer call a dancer

Trade our places in the night

We’re running barefoot, you and I”

(via streamly)

Sep 20, 2014

bullied:

we live in a world where pizza gets to your house before the police.

(Source: bullied, via parkingstrange)

Sep 20, 2014

"

My best friend held me shaking in her arms as I begged her not to call 911, not to tell my parents. “I’ll be okay,” I promised through a trembling voice. To this day I still see shadows of the terrified expression she wore flash across her face whenever I seem anxious. When I slept over her house, she kept the medicine cabinet locked.

My mother had to pick up extra hours to afford my therapy. She came home each night with dark circles growing under her eyes like bruises. The only difference is that bruises eventually go away. When she brought me into work with her one night, all of her clients knew my name.

I met a boy who I shamelessly told all of my problems to. His back was breaking from the weight of my confessions and telling them to him didn’t even make it hurt any less. He’s in my gym class this year, and he only got a score of fourteen on the push up test. I think my heart stopped for a minute when he told the teacher it was because he has a bad back.

The people who love me tell me and when I stay silent they pretend it doesn’t hurt. I know it does because I know hurt. I’ve been hurt and I’ve hurt. Don’t you dare try to tell me I’m not a burden.

"

— I’m finally figuring out how to keep it all inside (via lamebby)

(via broken-from-memories)