pale0zoic:

koripxo:

thatduck-sureisugly:

I DONT THINK IVE EVER LAUGHED THIS HARD IN MY LIFE

do white people even have responsibilities n shit like how the fuck do you have time to do this nonsense

THAT FUCKING COMMENT

Often it feels one sided anymore unless I say something to you about me feeling that way, then you decide to say or do something. What you say is nice, but it doesn’t change the circumstances under which you said these things. I know you don’t mean to do this, I believe you don’t mean to hurt me, but it still makes me feel a little sad. A little hurt that some things aren’t reflexes when it comes to saying things or doing things. I know how you feel but that doesn’t mean it’s not nice to here it too. I love you, I really do. I’ve just got a lot going on and I feel really lost. I guess I just need you more than I want to admit. I don’t know…

+3 days ago

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Cormac McCarthy (via kushandwizdom) +3 days ago
nnmprv:

Urban Car Park by ►CubaGallery on Flickr.
pohpsicle:

☯Bambi/Indie☯
ianmarko:

Your imagination is your preview of life’s coming attractions
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cumsock:

what the hell bulbasaur are you gonna help out or not you fucking lettuce
therefined:

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