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Louis C.K.
this is one of the most important/overlooked things
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
I don’t think we ever truly recover,we just learn to deal with our shit
My friend Alison shouted this while having a panic attack (via sadnist)
DON’T DATE A WRITER. Don’t do it unless you want readers to feel your first kiss on your apartment couch at 8 o'clock at night. Don’t date a writer if you’re going to break their heart by disappearing after getting sex. Don’t do it. Don’t date a writer. Don’t date a writer unless you’re ready to be pulled apart word by word with ink bleeding page after page. Don’t date a writer unless you realize that you’re just another chapter in one heck of a book.
Natalie Meza, Don’t date a writer (via procastiwriters)
I used to be the most emotional girl and now nothing phases me. The only person that could really still affect me is you and you’re out of my life and I’m missing you like no end. I see you everywhere, I compare you to everyone, I still dream about you. It’s tragic when two people are perfect for each other but the timing is just a little off. It’s tragic when two people are in love but just can’t be together. it’s tragic that things are meant to stay broken.
-1 a.m and you’re all that I’ve been thinking about
things would be better without these feelings
It All Started 8 Years Ago
I either A) fuck up something I care about or B) get used to satisfy a purpose . No in between for me and all the shits that has happened to me has just created a person that isn't capable of love or capable of being loved. Why can't things be normal for me— fmlllllll.
Am I not good enough?