baggedpotato:

Some guy at school was walking around with a tissue in his nose. I guess its that time of the month.

(via shouldnt)

candiedmoon:

life-n-trance:

trancegasm:

OceanLab - Satellite (Above & Beyond Mix)

so many emotions right now

alwayssss a good time for this song.

(via decodethefallenmoon)

kobayashimarooned:

don’t stay up late on sleepovers with me i get really philosophical and gay

(via phobias)

s-un-rise:

as we grow older, we are taught to put homework first, always. we are taught to set aside our interests to complete busy work. we are taught to indulge in time fillers, rather than doing what we really want. and so then, once in a blue moon, when we happen to have a day of no work, we don’t know what to do with ourselves. we forget what it means to be spontaneous; we learn to sit at a desk and focus. and I think that’s a shame

(Source: s-un-rise, via quasarrrr)

"…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine."
- Gillian Flynn (via fuckoff-mondays)

(Source: uglypnis, via itsprobablyallinmymind)

"I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and knicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry."
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An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via tahom)

powerful!

(via dirtyflowerchild)

(Source: lora-mathis, via acid-washed-thoughts)