[musterniillustrates]

me gazing out into the ocean: sure is some scary soup

[marlielyn]

search for u in every person I meet 

[surreal--memes]

[stand-up-gifs]

[marlielyn]

maybe one day i’ll actually have a chance and speak whats been on my mind for four years instead of listening to the same stupid songs instead

[ca-tsuka]

The Legend of Zelda original concept art by Katsuya Terada (Blood the last Vampire).

[marlielyn]

Hihihihihihi its me again

[driveshaftgroupie-deactivated20]

i know when that hotline bling

that can only mean one thing

[perrfectly]

[devil-to-the-deep]

P

[blackshuckofficial-deactivated2]

me explaining underwear to aliens: we have smaller, secret pants that we wear under our normal pants

[mad-march-hares-tea-party-deact]

This is so confusing to read as a British person

[blackshuckofficial-deactivated2]

me explaining underwear to the British: oi lad we have smaller, secret chaps that wear below our normal chaps while we dump all your tea into the harbor

[33v0]

what is it about capybaras that attracts groups of small animals to them? Its not just mammals either its like birds and turtles and frogs too

[33v0]

look at this shit

They radiate peace

[transfemininomenon]

capybaras are friend shaped

[sebastian-likes]

[makeupandchill]

i don’t get it omg

[hedgehodgemonster]

[eyeballwound]

tag yourself i’m party cannon

[blossomfully]

Picture this. Ten years from now, you’re sitting in a big house, all white picket fence and porch swings. Ten years ago you swore you’d be living in a big city with her by your side but something happened along the way and you watched as those plans disintegrated in the palms of your hands. You watch the sunrise and you watch the sunset and you wonder if she’s somewhere on the other side of the planet like she promised. “I gotta get out of here,” she said, “it doesn’t matter how I do it or where I go, I’m getting out.” Picture this. Twenty years from now, you find your first grey hair. You dutifully have that middle aged panic attack that everyone seems obliged to have and you screw up your eyes and pull it out. Your life is pretty steady now: good, calm, like you’ve finally figured things out. “I’m getting old,” you grumble. And somewhere, at the back of your mind, you wonder if she’s getting old too. Picture this. Fifty years from now your hair is like snow (if you have any, that is). Your walking stick is your new best friend and memories seem to flit in and out of your head like clouds in the sky. Most days you can’t remember what you had for breakfast or what you’ll have for tea, and some days it’s beginning to hurt to breathe. It’s on these occasions, when your chest is heavy and you have to sit down, that you remember her. You think how true it is that you don’t forget the people you loved when you were young. You may not remember yesterday’s weather but you remember the fifty year old summer breeze and complaining about her hair in your face. “I wonder if she’s happy,” you say, and people mistake it for mindless rambling. “I hope she found what she was looking for.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #103 (via blossomfully)

[immortal-maschine]

speaking of which, i hope all of my mutuals know that you can go on down to the hardware store and just buy a big ol bag of dried blood

[kaijubrains]

Forbidden nesquik 

[diarygirls]

why does chris hemsworth, the largest Chris, not simply eat the other three?

[daily-shitpost-bakery]

[dreams-come-true]

“But I want you to know that when I imagine myself happy, it is with you.”

— Dean Winchester & Lisa. (via alterated)