Bullet With A Name On It.

Howard, Fresh Meat (via fuckyeahsillymoo)

(Source: romini, via fuckyeahsillymoo)

All relationships are doomed. If you emotionally undress in front of someone, they will pour acid on your shivering skin and leave you to die.

lurkerpi:

thriceinatrice:

lurkerpi:

WHAT I DONT GET IS WHY PEOPLE TURN OUT TO BE MURDERERS AND STUFF WHEN THEY COULD BE MAKING PEOPLE SMILE AND LAUGH WTF THATS PROBABLY THE MOST SATISFYING THING IN THE WORLD WHY WOULD YOU PASS THAT UP FOR KILLING PEOPLE

Clearly you’ve never had the pleasure of watching the fear in mans eyes as the life flees the wreckage of his body.

i am going to call the police

(via spoken-not-written)

C; How Do You Take Your Coffee? (via perfect)

(Source: memoirsofc, via mangoesfalling)

We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it.

She was out on my balcony, late one night. I was in the kitchen, when I sensed a change in energy. I walked out onto the balcony to find her sitting with a cigarette in her fingers, trembling with tears streaming down her cheeks.

I sat down in front of her, and said gently, “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid into my lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I remember the exact feeling of her back beneath my fingertips, as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. My god, I held her, and for the first time in so long, I felt something in my heart that resembled softness. It was a heartbreaking, heartmaking feeling.

She melted my permafrost in that moment. I cared. Suddenly, I could feel tenderness again. That was a frozen ocean melting and surging to meet her. I owe my change in seasons to her. My summer finally returned.

Can we cuddle?

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.

(Source: 2am-poetry, via detectivespageandplant)

truepac:

DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHIGN AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS 

(Source: hempura, via idrathermakemistakes-thannothing)

moriartyisaprincess:

barackobama:

feathersmcstrange:

polished-trophy-pretty-whore:

stuckwithharrypottertilltheend:

sneadly:

WHY ARE BOOKS NOT WATERPROOF 

I WANT TO READ IN THE SHOWER 

AND TO PROTECT MY BOOKS FROM MY TEARS

IT’S 2012 WHY ARE BOOKS NOT WATERPROOF.

IT’S 2013 WHY ARE BOOKS NOT WATERPROOF OBAMA FIX THIS.

I’m working on it

(via princessofnaps)

snorlaxatives:

how many years of your lifetime do you spend trying to take a good picture of yourself

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Reblog if you don’t have a Tumblr.

fakegalleryprincess:

I don’t even have a computer.

Okay, we got 3,943,048 little sarcastic assholes on here

(Source: lifemakeslove-lookhard, via imsorrywereinhellrightnow)