Ruin me, I dare you.

I might be failing at life, but at least I'm living free.

[fiddlesolo]

vampires really should be able to get drunk they literally have to be alive forever let them have this

[1953swan]

hc: vampires have no blood so they get drunk faster than people

[bellas-orange-jansport-deactiva]

charlie pulling over a shirtless carlisle at 4 am: dr cullen your blood alcohol content is literally 100% how are you not dead carlisle: au contraire im absolutely dead

[maximumsunshine]

I did not expect a decent twilight joke on my dash in 2019, but nevertheless there it is and it’s hilarious.

[linedwithlove]

Your inability to love me does not mean I'm unable to be loved.

[linedwithlove]

All men are capable of change for the right girl. The one that's worth being better for. Maybe I'm just not the girl you'll be better for.

[halorvic]

how have you been?

[halorvic]

Update:

[arcadeigannon]

kids, when you’re choosing your college schedule, you’ll hear a voice saying “just take the 8AM class. it won’t be that bad. you’ve done it for this long” that’s the devil talking

[virginia-werewolf]

“if you’re so stressed out from school why don’t you just study more or take fewer classes??”

[thepersonalquotes]

[thesassybunnies]

I love running. 🐾✨ 

(via)

[soracities]

“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”

Shahrazad al-Khalij

[truantnotyrant]

[willow]

Someone: are you the stupid bitch who d- Me: yeah

[neyruto]

april fools day is the perfect day to confess your undying love for someone if they dont feel the same you can just yell “trolled u” and run away whooping and hollering so no one can see the gentle tears on your face 

[definitelyforsurenotbees]

that post got very sad very fast

[falling-and-free]

There are very few things about the future that I’d really want to know.

Whether or not you and I end up together is definitely #1.

[arandomthot]

We’ve all been there at least once

[teaboot]

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he’s in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he’s got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD’S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I’m overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. “Bhurr blur, I’m Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs”. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he’s sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That’s the worst part. I know he’s just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children’s movie, I know it doesn’t matter, I know I shouldn’t care. But that’s part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world’s array of sinners, and I can’t even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity’s saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It’s EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it’s disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

[normalbeast-downformaintenance]

holy shit you’re not wrong

[justpretendivedeletedthisaccount]

I’d feel better about this whole rant if Olaf weren’t queer-coded. It might be largely the voice acting – the lisp, the inflection especially – but he’s got massive “harmless gay sidekick” vibes. And if you’re actively critiquing that? Sure, great, go all out. Hate whom you will. Say whatever you want about how “gay” is equated with “harmless silly sidekick used for comic relief, with no serious bearing on the plot, literally inhuman and treated by Serious Human Characters as… well,a sidekick, peripheral to your life and safe to ignore.

But if you’re not engaging critically with that aspect of his character and are just overwhelmed with hatred whenever you see or hear or think about the queer-coded character and his mannerisms make you feel violent, that is a little bit. Uncomfortable. At best.

[teaboot]

what on God’s green earth are you talking about

[fuck-your-pity-party]

See sometimes I wonder why I’m still on this website, and then posts like this come along. Amazing. 

[ailment-remade-deactivated20210]

me reading this post like

[falling-and-free]

What I love is that you’re getting so heated about a freaking snowman that was designed to be something made by children 😂

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

I want you to want me so bad. I want you to need me like I need to see a new message from you. Your face and your voice give me so much comfort and warmth. You make me so happy, and I know you think I'm special, but I want to be one of a kind to you. I hope that one day I can tell you that I love you the way I want to

Did I ghost write this?

[unsenttextsuggestion]

Why do you suck at texting so much. I get being busy but 3 days?? Come on. Just say “hey I’m going out of town” or something or just tell me before you ghost me for 78 hours. Wth is up with that

[falling-and-free]

My best friend goes “I’m really not about texting right now, you should just call” and wonders why I don’t like calling, when literally any time I call he’s busy and has to call back later.

[falling-and-free]

You say "Ruin me, I dare you". Me, already killing myself over how much I am infatuated with you: " What? Why would I want to ruin potential? Why would anyone ever ruin perfection?". Later in anguish to myself I say "She wasn't talking about me, was she?" as I force myself to sleep without crying.

I ask myself why someone would ruin a person that loves them unconditionally, but that’s a question that hasn’t been answered yet. In truth, I happily let the people I love ruin me, I suppose I’m impartial to self-destruction. We all have our flaws, and I just happen to adore all of yours.