buttharrybutt:

buttharrybutt:

i lost my mood ring

i dont know how i feel about this

(via jxcqueline)


overwhelpingdesires:

i-just-wanna-sellout-my-funeral:

youcantblowupthelizardmen:

mackleroni and cheese

this post made my day

perfect


castielandhishunters:

calumon:

my school’s “rival school” is on lockdown right now bc someone put weed in the vents so everyones slowly getting high oh my godd

I guess now you could call it a high school

(via twerk-amyisgodlier-mary)


uhhhthena:

vanweyden:

fuck-yourprettyface-6661:

shizznizzle:

kissmyskittles:


10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You..
My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
Give me time to understand what you want of me.
Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.
Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.





OH MY GOD NO

Fucking post makes me cry every time


Aww puppy

breadmaakesyoufat:

dontyoulovemebaby:

breadmaakesyoufat:

GUYS ITS 2:AM AND I FORGOT WHAT OATMEAL MEANT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EMOTION AND I SAID OUTLOUD “IM FEELING VERY OATMEAL” BUT IT DIDN’T MAKE SENSE, SO I LOOKED UP OATMEAL, BUT I SPENT 20 MINUETS CONTEMPLATING IF IT ACTUALLY WAS AN EMOTION AND IF GOOGLE WAS LYING

this text post is so oatmeal

i hate you

(via glitterchode)




iamtonysexual:

thisisasupergoodidea:

i8urpenguin:

HE TRIED TO ESCAPE

FUCK THE OCEAN
I’M A BIRD MOTHAFUCK- OH SHIT

SEA PANCAKE OUT






Suit up

I’ve always thought my life was about music. I always thought that when I get older, my life was going to revolve around music and that would be my career, it would be my strongest part of me and it would be a part of me forever. I thought music was made for me. My first year of high school has made me realize so many things. I gave up almost everything I had to do with music because it was so hard for me to keep up my grades with it in my life. Within my first year of high school I met many people who had this same passion as me. And I saw them work so hard to achieve there goals in performing arts. It made me think I was such a failure. How could they keep school work up, and at the same time get to fulfill their goals at the same time? The only time I had to turn to music was when I was overworked. I was at my weakest point and my only way to feel better was to sing or dance it out. I always did it alone because i am no longer confident with my skills. Meeting all these people seriously made me insecure. I feel like I’m stuck in this shell and I won’t ever be able to break out of it. I feel like I’m at the bottom. I feel like music isn’t right for me and I need to find something else. But what else is there out there for me? My whole life I thought I’d do nothing but performing arts when I grow up. But now I realize that it isn’t right for me. Even without it in my life, my grades are horrible and I don’t understand anything. So if I don’t have other skills, and i don’t even believe in my performing skills anymore. What am I doing with my life? And who am I without music? Who am I going to be? I’m scared to find these answers. I’m scared to face the truth because I know there’s always gonna be someone bigger and better. I’ve been through this my whole life, and I’m too scared to face it. I give up everything. That’s how I’ve always been. If I’m not good enough I give up. And I’m not good enough for anyone. So I give up. But I hope god helps me find myself soon because Im really curious in knowing who I am and what’s my purpose. I ask him every night what my purpose is in life and sometimes I feel like he actually answers back to me because after i asked him last night, my baby cousin came in my room and she laughed. I think he was trying to tell me something because after that I literally cried tears of joy. I go off topic alot in my stories. But it’s okay cause it’s my blog, right? Anyway, god, If you do understand what I’m trying to say can you let me know soon? Cause I’m tired of staying here and wondering what my purpose here is. I’m tired of feeling useless, unwanted, and stupid. I believe that everyone on earth is here because they are important, and they serve a purpose. So what’s mine?



Rolling Stone: Did you know Frank Ocean was gay before he came out last year?
Tyler, the Creator: Yeah, I was one of the first people he told. I kinda knew, because he likes Pop Tarts without frosting on them, so I knew something was weird. But that’s my nigga.




Omfg
i-stilll-miss-you:

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