whatever, I’m getting cheese fries

[thebootydiaries]

[thebootydiaries]

every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep

[thebootydiaries]

was i okay

[pupdotcom]

your honor, in my defense: who cares like omfggggggggg who cares???????????? like. come On

[siir-poesia]

“Do not confuse good taste with luxury, the first is the son of elegance, the second of money, the one is usually simple, the other vulgar.”

— siir-poesia ©

[jellyfalooda]

I was reading and walking and read this as first son is elegance and second son is vulgar

[vanillish-deactivated20211102]

x

[jellyfalooda]

Radical

[suddenlysomewherethatsgreen]

A Very Potter Sequel

[tuhree-deactivated20150723]

when your crush posts a new selfie

[hauntedsheephole]

some random woman's thoughts: oh hey, he's kind of hot.

Edward Cullen: Dear Diary. Today another WHORE vies for my affection. Existence is agony.

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

tfw you realize your normal lifestyle is called “quarantine”

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

When sleep powder doesn't miss

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

inb4 muh hard mode

[tedllasso]

could you not?

[jellyfalooda]

Stop it

[memoryarchaeologist]

“She loved airports. She loved the smell, she loved the noise, and she loved the whole atmosphere as people walked around happily tugging their luggage, looking forward to going on their holidays or heading back home. She loved to see people arriving and being greeted with a big cheer by their families and she loved to watch them all giving each other emotional hugs. It was a perfect place for people-spotting. The airport always gave her a feeling of anticipation in the pit of her stomach as though she were about to do something special and amazing.”

— Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You

[jellyfalooda]

What airport did she go to damn

[runakvaed-deactivated20210131]

[buffys-deactivated20190113]

#IN A FILM OF PERFECT MOMENTS THE HAND FLEX™ STANDS ALONE /#BEATIFIED; REVERED AMONGST ITS PEERS / #NEVER BEFORE OR SINCE HAS A PIECE OF CINEMA BEEN SO PURE; SO HEART WRENCHING; SO OBSCENELY EROTIC / #IM GONNA KILL MATTHEW MCFADYEN #THE WAY HIS THUMB GRAZES OVER HER KNUCKLES PUT ME IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BIN / #and the way she looks at him like ‘did he just’ /#and he looks back at her like ‘fuck. i did that…. we practically boned on the driveway’ / #BUT HONESTLY THIS ONE MOMENT IS MORE SEXUALLY CHARGED THAN ANY SEX SCENE OR ANY ACTUAL SEX / #and okay like people who hate this movie / #(YES. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HATE CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE 2005) / #say that it is a bad adaption of the book because it focuses on the sexual tension too much / #and not the like ~repressed nature of lizzie and darcy’s witty repartee / #BITCH / #ARE YOU SEEING THIS? / #DO YOU SEE THIS GIFSET? / #IS HE NOT REPRESSED ENOUGH FOR YOU????? / #HE SPENDS THE WHOLE MOVIE DISGUSTED THAT HE’S ACCIDENTALLY CAUGHT FEELINGS / #HE THRIVES ON HAVING TOUCHED HER HAND TO HAND FOR LIKE A MONTH!?? / #THEY GAZE AT EACH OTHER DURING CHURCH SERMONS / #I’VE NEVER SEEN TWO PEOPLE SO REPRESSED IN MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE / #look JANE AUSTEN HERSELF would SWOON watching this movie / #she would skype that dude she got engaged to for one night and ask him to roleplay reenact this hand flex with her /#kinkshame the austen @apriki

[leashlessconfusion]

okay I’d apologise for this but unfortunately I’m laughing too hard

[toocooltobehipster]

disney character: mirror mirror on the wall, who is the farest of them all? mirror: look, susan, beauty is a socially constructed concept which can be defined in many ways by different people. moreover, regardless of which definition is used, it cannot be quantified and therefore cannot be accurately compared. 

[thespilledquotes]

Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who'd be kind to me. That's what people really want, if they're telling the truth.

— Doris Lessing