May 2013
vandalswithjetpacks:
The idea that people had sex before the 20th century really freaks me out. Like George Washington probably got a blow job and that makes me uncomfortable.
The only girl I’ve ever loved was born with roses in her eyes.
– “Holland, 1945” by Neutral Milk Hotel (via zen-paradox)
-annoying:
fact: girls don’t poop until they’re married
Your every breath is a gift.: what it is like to... →
blankslate:
1. no one ever congratulates you for doing the really difficult things like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or staying alive 2. every friendship you make is a countdown to the moment when they finally can’t deal with the missed calls and canceled hangouts every…
shessosumptuous:
So homosexuality is a sin but high heeled sneakers aren’t
meladoodle:
sext: why aren’t you responding to me haha
anonynaila:
subvertcliche:
mello-dramatic:
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
THIS IS THE BEST POST
I HAVE EVER SEEN
EVER
they really do mean everyone
Just because she told you she never wants to see you again, that doesn’t mean...
– Elizabeth Trundle (via nevver)
Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you
whiskey-memories:
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
persephine:
I smell like petals. I taste like ash.
Even in my metaphors, I am not whole.
hotanimegirl:
i want a lady on the dash but a freak in the ask
amoying:
*blinks rapidly and uses my eyelashes as propellers to fly the fuck away from you*
nbcemployee:
the uglier the snapchat, the closer the friendship
I noticed myself wishing that nothing loved me so I wouldn’t feel obligated to...
– Hyperbole and a Half- Depression Part Two (via disgustinghuman)
The day my ribcage became monkey-bars for a girl hanging on my every word.
They...
– Andrea Gibson (via likeloveadore)
When you start liking pain, things start to get interesting.
– Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays and Survival Tips (via anorsexic)
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
– Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via cryingoverjustinbieber)