abomasnow:

hell yeah i’m a catholic i’ve been addicted to cats my whole life

beyoncebeytwice:

can someone invent a candle that smells like a blown out candle

spoopybarakarts:

when my mom was 30ish, my dad took her to this garage band concert as a date and she really liked them so she bought a cd from them and talked to them for a few hours then promised to keep in touch with them and show everyone her cd, but later forgot. So 10 or so years later theyre on the radio and she just smacks her head then says, “fuck i forgot to show everyone the cd” and that is the story of how my mom let Adam Levine and the rest of Maroon 5 down.

ihemmingsluke:

Her lipstick stain is a work of art [x]

The problem with love is I’m blinded by

reblog this if you want a terrible 3 sentence fanfiction in your ask based on your url

newwaveghost:

WE PRAISE YOU GREEN MOUNTAIN MEN, WAVING MANY HANDS MADE OUT OF MONEY. SAY HELLO TO YOUR BROTHERS!

Artist:Unknown The Vamps
Title: UnknownRude (Cover)
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In 20 years I won’t remember today; that scares me.

– “10 Word Poem" series - #31 (via suspend)

emmablackeru:

why you should be my friend

  1. I will talk about sex with you and not care in the slightest even if you have the most bizarre kinks I do not give a shit
  2. I will reblog your selfies no questions asked
  3. I will ask you questions on anon to make you look more popular
  4. nothing happens to me so you can talk about yourself forever.

kungfucalum:

Honestly, this should have won the #5SOSFenderContender.

teddybear-ash:

if fetus Ashton in his pineapple shirt doesn’t make you happy the idk what will

b00ksandp0ems:

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP

Now this is one of my favorite quotes from tfios. None of that ‘okay’ shit. This just shows the pure and raw pain that hazel was feeling.

Glasgow - February 23, 2014