Beautiful Souls Make Beautiful People

I'm Nicole. I'm 25 and usually bored! :)

[lilsugarbush]

[handsometruth]

😍😍😍

[extramadness]

[angstyindie-blog]

[tasty-bitch-nugget-666]

Soft as Silk, Sweet as honey, Dumb as shit, I ain’t got no money

[animalrates]

[nutheadgee-deactivated20190314]

We as the human race don’t deserve dogs.

[coral]

“It’s hard when you constantly feel so fucking unwanted.”

— (via adrenaline)

[wtfzodiacsigns]

Like the star signs

Fight like an Aries

Eat like a Taurus

Laugh like a Gemini

Love like a Cancer

Wear like a Leo

Walk like a Virgo

Flirt like a Libra

Dream like a Scorpio

Party Like a Sagittarius

Hustle like a Capricorn

Be genius like an Aquarius

Don’t do anything like a Pisces unless you wanna ruin your life.

[iguanamouth]

Ok I was watching some old episodes of pokemon

And so there’s this big Pokemon race, right, with a bunch of money reward and entry into a clan, some bullshit like that And here are some of the competitors

  Well yeah, that makes sense, I guess, horse in a race, there is the issue of the fucking fire coming out of its entire body but you know, magic monsters, whatever

And this one works too, going to have a hell of a time holding on but what doesn’t kill you makes you really good at Wipeout games I guess  But then BUT THEN

WE GET MISTY, WHO IS LITERALLY JUST LEVITATING OVER THE FUCKING GROUND

THIS ASSHOLE WHO CAN’T POSSIBLY BE SITTING ON ANYTHING OTHER THAN SPINES, LIKE ONE SUDDEN STOP AND YOU’RE IMPALED IN THE JUNK OK, GAME OVER

AND OK FUCK NO I AM SO DONE WITH YOU POKEMON, THIS IS BULLSHIT  

[atopfourthwall]

Actually, Electrode has one of the highest speed stats in the game, so despite the lack of anywhere to stand on it, having it be in a Pokémon race makes perfect sense.  =3

[dniudsnf]

ways to look more angelic:

carry flowers everywhere

pink or gold eye shadow 

wear long ankle dresses

soft humming

have a pink glowy blush

[ishtarelisheba]

wield a flaming sword

[we-aim-to-misbehave]

Be covered in eyes

[garaviel]

three pairs of wings

[wellpardonme]

Wheel

[tinyflower-bouquet-deactivated2]

announce your arrival by screaming “FEAR NOT” everywhere you go

[thebootydiaries]

whoever stole my foot gloves is a son of a gun . all i;m will say about that

[queer-birb-rights]

socks

[thebootydiaries]

blocked

[peterbparkerr]

Tom Holland @ Vanity Fair Oscar Party, Los Angeles | March 4, 2018

[together-until-forever]

He's perfect

[katzenmusik-blog1]

i don’t know whats wrong with me but it’s alot

[snorlaxatives]

good morning cruel world

[the-little-engine-that-couldnt]

Don’t you mean goodbye?

[snorlaxatives]

no i meant good morning. this world may be cruel but i’m still kickin’

[fishyfellow]

This really cheered me up

[full-metal-furies]

[1920′s gangster voice] every single one’a you’s…… every single one’a you’s is valid…….

[goodboygustav]

t’anks boss 

[aptxx4869-deactivated20160504]

my traumatized ass: do I have a crush or am I just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me

[anarchetypalarchive]

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.