ghost-of-bambi:

luckyladybutterfly:

velvetonions:

there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen

#HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK ANYTHING WITH DORITOS AND INSTANT NOODLES#THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A SAUCEPAN.

They do have a saucepan, but someone’s eating cereal out of it.


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hipster-trichster:

copsandrobert:

thomas-world:

pierce-alexandria-with-sirens:

that-stupid-tardis-sound:

words i use in every sentence:

  • no
  • stop
  • dude
  • literally
  • like
  • seriously
  • fuck

That’s a sentence right there

Forwards and backwards

You can rearrange them in any order and it’ll be a sentence

ladies and gentlemen the extensive vocabulary of tumblr


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canderemy:

image

excuse you


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"Bravery isn’t fleeing. It’s kissing the teeth of something you know could eat you in an instant." - Lacey Roop (via amanda-oaks)


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Honest hour. Nothing will be deleted. Just come and ask.
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"From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people." - (via tattyz)


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"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too." - Lemony Snicket, Horseradish (via pleoros)


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"VIVA LA PLUTO" - Everyone who stuck with Pluto damnit (via plutokiid)


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You're my poetic justice

ghost-of-bambi:

luckyladybutterfly:

velvetonions:

there needs to be a cooking show in which tv chefs go into student flats or houses and have to cook a full 3 course meal only using ingredients and equipment they can find in the kitchen

#HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK ANYTHING WITH DORITOS AND INSTANT NOODLES#THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A SAUCEPAN.

They do have a saucepan, but someone’s eating cereal out of it.

hipster-trichster:

copsandrobert:

thomas-world:

pierce-alexandria-with-sirens:

that-stupid-tardis-sound:

words i use in every sentence:

  • no
  • stop
  • dude
  • literally
  • like
  • seriously
  • fuck

That’s a sentence right there

Forwards and backwards

You can rearrange them in any order and it’ll be a sentence

ladies and gentlemen the extensive vocabulary of tumblr

canderemy:

image

excuse you

Bravery isn’t fleeing. It’s kissing the teeth of something you know could eat you in an instant.
Lacey Roop (via amanda-oaks)
freckled-nymph:

themercedeshit:

Same

Goals
satanss-mistress:

“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”

satanss-mistress:

i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”

Honest hour. Nothing will be deleted. Just come and ask.
green-berret:

This is my human. Though there are many like it, this one is mine

green-berret:

This is my human. Though there are many like it, this one is mine

From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
(via tattyz)
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
Lemony Snicket, Horseradish (via pleoros)
VIVA LA PLUTO
Everyone who stuck with Pluto damnit (via plutokiid)