[deleteme-adub-deactivated201811]

any time u like a boy juss know u played yourself always keep that stored in ya mind for later

[whatsdifferentincanada]

[lydiadotnet-deactivated20190404]

tumblr is the only social media site where it’s completely useless to have a lot of followers

[izgir-moved]

when you die you go to the mii plaza

[mypenleaksiridescence]

“If he doesn’t treat you right, leave him.

No excuses.

No lies.

No ‘he just needs time to grow.’

No second chances.

He’s not your plant, and you’re not his sun.”

- He Can Grow By Himself

[peridotsofficialtwitteraccount]

IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST, JUST REMEMBER THAT I HANDLE ME AT MY WORST AND THAT MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU

[myneurodiversity]

Oh my goodness this makes me feel powerful I hadn’t even thought of it like this.

[officialdiagnosis]

someone: you forgot to eat? how?? aren’t you starving?

me: I don’t know I can’t feel anything

[myfleetinginspiration]

“yeah ok… well this is going to hurt like a motherfucker”

tearing up a little, won’t lie guys

[hijerking]

u kno when u suddenly feel horrible and ur not sure why bc nothing bad happened ??? and u kinda

[theweirdwideweb]

[melonmemes]

[ihatethisblogwah]

when my demons are awake,

it’s like there’s nothing in my head,

and everything all at once.

I’m constantly tired, yet I can’t fall asleep.

because when I do sleep, I see them dancing around

disguised as my loved ones, injuring one another.

when my demons are awake,

I can’t clean my house, because they would spill out everywhere.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and all I see is a shell of a person.

when my demons are awake, I cover all of the windows in my house in fear that someone will see me.

I can’t get through shopping, I feel like everyone is going to attack me.

I can’t drink coffee, I can’t move without feeling watched.

When my demons are awake, it’s like i’ve died and something else has taken over me.

[thelovejournals]

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via thelovejournals)

[thebootydiaries]

when i catch myself lurking someone i’m supposed to be forgetting

[victini]

You can control white people by giving them cheese

[0ndo]

cheese is so good tho

[victini]

I got one

[sieunies]

google just made me so emo

[felicitysmoak-queeen]

oh my god I can’t stop crying

[beingbreannaleigh]

From a strictly marketing standpoint. This is the best ad of all time. Like…well fucking done Google.

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