let it go & let live again

random stuff. mostly depressed. occasionally jubilant. I fancy music, coffee and little, beautiful things in life. animals over people.

[trannysaurus--rex]

When you invite me over for sex and there are other people in the house.

[sodomymcscurvylegs]

I FUCKING HATE THIS WEBSITE!

[heyyalan]

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY THIS IS

[thugilly]

Time to delete my account.

[boh-forse-mah]

[groupthinker]

reblog if you would let them keep their apartment, ignore if you would open your window and destroy the fruits of their labor

[traitor]

I LOVE THEM

[felixjapan-deactivated20180529]

[tastefullyoffensive]

“Margaret, I don’t think they’re open on Sundays.”

[discolor3d]

[youre-in-my-veins-you-fuk]

how the actual fuck does someone not reblog this

[4licia]

this just demolishes every negative opinion towards homosexuality ever

[queerjock]

this is my new favorite picture omg

[wtf-fun-factss]

Why barns are painted red - WTF fun fact

[wtf-fun-factss]

Abu Dhabi’s all women security team - WTF fun fact

[wtf-fun-factss]

Photographs by Tanto Yensen - WTF fun fact

[wtf-fun-factss]

Don’t drive, eat noodles- WTF fun fact

[loki-cat2]

this pigeon was having trouble pecking at a stale cookie on the street so i went over and crushed it with my foot so it could eat better and i think that was the nicest thing i did this year

[loki-cat2]

FUCK YOU GUYS WHO THOUGHT THAT I CRUSHED THE PIGEON AT FIRST IM A NICE PERSON

[blossomfully]

“If one day you wake up and you no longer care about me,” she says, “say so over our morning coffee and I will let you leave.” “I will not ask you why. I will not ask you to stay one more night. I will give you a small smile to say that it is okay and that people lose feelings for all sorts of reasons and that I will survive.” “So if it comes to it,” she says, “just say so. You should stay because you want to. You should leave if you need.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #131 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

But, but. Sometimes you still wonder how it would have felt to hold his hand, to trace the curve of his spine. Sometimes you still hold his secrets in the gaps between your lower ribs, like tiny stars waiting to erupt. On nights like these you find yourself missing something you never even had. “We could have loved each other,” you say into the emptiness. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” the emptiness replies. “Why torture yourself this way?

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[ruinedchildhood]

[yikyakapp-blog]

[jtkej]

the hardest part of having breakdowns is having to clean up all the loser depressing msgs after its over and pretend nothin happened it’s so awkward?? Like “oops sorry I sent that 10 sentence message about how much I want to die, im ok now so how are u lol” 

[toastbutteregg]

this is me atm

[sixpenceee]

[wvstedpotential-deactivated2024]

[yikyakapp-blog]