"Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have."

— (via aureat)

(via discomforted)


Do you guys think we could ever live in a world without any crime? In high school, I had this discussion with my sociology teacher, and one theory was no, we can’t. Even if we had a world without murder, rape, and all that, the definition of crime itself would change in the hypothetical community. So perhaps something like dropping plates will have as much penalty as murder. And by this theory, a Utopian community can never exist. 

(via lohanthony)

boys like it when youre playfully mean to them. call them names. punch them on the shoulder. murder their families 


(via happiest)


*ends every piece of advice with “idk though” so that its not my fault if i ruin ur life*

(via okaymad)


Imagine being given a book with a photo of every person you’d ever met

(via twinking)



I just wanna s*** some d***


(via trait)

"When I was little, I thought being an adult was one of the greatest feat ever. I thought that if I reach adulthood, I would have all the knowledge in the world. I would be so great just like the people I looked up to then. I couldn’t wait to grow up and answer to myself. I would be able to do things on my own, without the aid of a helping hand. When I was little, I thought I would have everything figured out by the time I’m an adult. I’ve reached my teenage years and I’m close to being done with that milestone, and I still haven’t figured everything out. I don’t think I’ve even come close to reaching the half-point of it all. I’m far from an all-powerful oracle of knowledge. I’m far from being the best person that I have the potential to be. I still answer to many things besides myself (sometimes even more so to those than my own self). I still reach for a helping hand whenever things get rough, or even when they’re smooth sailing. I’m not sure where to begin and where to end, and if I even want to know at all. These restless feelings of lost and uncertainty are unnerving. Sometimes, I find myself awake at night wondering if I’ll ever figure things out. If I’ll ever find myself. If I’ll ever stop listening to outside voices, drown what needs to be forgotten, save what needs to be remembered, and live up to my potential. Sometimes, I wish I can go back in time and tell my younger self, “hush, dear child. Don’t rush your life. Look forward, but don’t step too forward too fast.” I wish I had someone then who warned me about growing up too fast."


(via graceratops)


i find bad jokes funnier than funny jokes

(via discomforted)



(via stability)


if you threw a pad or tampon into a crowd of boys they would probably all scream and it would be like that scene from monsters inc where george gets contaminated by a sock

(via adrxane)


yo how much dirt you gotta throw in the ocean to make a new country

(via trait)


I’m so fucking weird
It’s like:
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.

(via stabs)


1.1 million notes on this bag of lemonade and no one reblogs my selfies