Your Loving Mother

"Im in the mood for a box of wine"

[fujoshijpeg]

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

[marvelgifs]

[dagangstapenguin]

The most realistic scene in any Marvel movie.

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[as-per-usual]

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[higgzorz]

the walking dad

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where’s he going

[higgzorz]

hardware store

[yourverylovingmother]

mom (raising her voice slightly so she can speak to my dad down at the other end of the grocery store aisle): do you guys want any chips?

dad (at full volume): I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DORITOS

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[jyostar]

We’re going to knotts berry farm tomorrow im thinking about that shaq tweet

[bachi-special]

[vesface]

[monica-geller]

why does justin bieber get 203948230482 chances after behaving like an entitled disgusting douchebag repeatedly in public to people like waiters and women in the industry and his OWN FANS but a female pop artist cannot take one single misstep without it being the only topic of conversation surrounding her for a month lmao i’m tired

[juu-arts]

What if Geodude had legs

ok nvm

[skiptomy]

[techtiggie]

Writing papers

[diet-soda]

get this off my dash

[vermisvest]

[bioware-critical]

2017 better be like a utopian golden age for everyone to make up for this literal flaming trash pile of a year

[nquetzl]

Judging by the elections, we need to see…

[2000ish]

[blindforlove-deactivated2017010]

me to my therapist: yeah idk I’m pretty good!

me to my tumblr followers: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. at night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.