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  • relatives: any boyfriends/girlfriends?
  • me: no
  • typical conversation at every holiday since I was 5
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glitterclash:

when I meet someone for the first time it’s awkward especially if i’ve stalked them on facebook so i know everything about them so i just have to pretend that im sherlock holmes and im just really good at deducting things about people 

(Source: sherlielocks, via saradises)

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I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.”  What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION.  “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via therewillbefeasting)

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possibly the greatest poem ever written by a first grader

isabelthespy:

Persons

People can walk
but not
handsanitizers
Because
handsanitizers
don’t
        have
                legs

(via therewillbefeasting)

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No matter how unequivocally I may be proven wrong, I will always assert that holding Up and B will make the pokemon you’re trying to catch escape less frequently.

(Source: h8seed, via awkward-aeries)

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  • Me after running for one minute: I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing
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arrowsandblades:

crzyblackidd:

“Crocs” by Pitbull feat. Nickelback

Download for free on Internet Explorer 

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(Source: vlogbros, via ifyoufeelthesameway)

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roger-adultery:

I hate myself yet love myself at the same time.

(via saradises)