July162014

chiltonomics:

i-regret-nothing-ever:

gallifrey-feels:

china no

marvel yes

Dolphin what

(Source: iraffiruse, via laughbitches)

July92014
3AM
mangocarta:

CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY IS THAT YOU

mangocarta:

CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY IS THAT YOU

(via ruinedchildhood)

3AM
prismatoid:

oh my god, hello how are you welcome to my aquarium 

thank you little stingray friend

prismatoid:

oh my god, hello how are you welcome to my aquarium 

thank you little stingray friend

(via the-girl-that-nobody-knows)

3AM

kingahell:

kingahell:

That thing that cats do that when they are being controlled by satan.

image

(Source: thebraavosi, via ruinedchildhood)

July82014

crayonguy:

Bunny master post

(via the-absolute-best-gifs)

July72014
7AM
contraception:

romance is truly alive

contraception:

romance is truly alive

(via dutchster)

7AM

I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.

What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com, via the-girl-that-nobody-knows)

6AM
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