2nd September 2014

Post reblogged from The bird of the Hermes is my name. with 199,014 notes

songofages:

casualdorkpatrol:

casualdorkpatrol:

so i was self-checking out at the grocery store and this comely stranger and I had been flirting a bit, and after they had finished checking out they went

" I DON’T HAVE FLOWERS TO GIVE YOU BUT I WISH I DID BUT HERE HAVE THIS."

AND THEY JUST GAVE ME A HEAD OF BROCCOLLI.

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Guess who’s got a daaaaate

Everytime i see this i think this person looks so pretty and should be drawn in a disney style.

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2nd September 2014

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1st September 2014

Photo reblogged from The Cinnabest at what I Cinnado with 133,821 notes

puckish-thoughts:

THERE IT IS AGAIN!  THERE IT FUCKING IS!  i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!!  THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!!  BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING.  THIS SHIT IS REAL.  THIS IS REAL SHIT.  SHIT THAT HAPPENED.

puckish-thoughts:

THERE IT IS AGAIN!  THERE IT FUCKING IS!  i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!!  THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!!  BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING.  THIS SHIT IS REAL.  THIS IS REAL SHIT.  SHIT THAT HAPPENED.

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1st September 2014

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1st September 2014

Quote reblogged from Take me away from this miserable land with 47,342 notes

At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is.

Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful

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1st September 2014

Chat reblogged from The bird of the Hermes is my name. with 37,394 notes

Calming Sentence Prompts

  • "Its okay, I'm here."
  • "I'm not going to leave you."
  • "Everything is okay."
  • "I'm going to protect you."
  • "I believe in you."
  • "Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."
  • "You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."
  • "You're not going to lose me."
  • "I love you."
  • "I'll stay right here, okay?"
  • "Just breathe."
  • "I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."
  • "You're everything to me."
  • "I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."
  • "Do you want to talk about it?"
  • "You don't have to be alone."

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1st September 2014

Post reblogged from Fearless with 309,157 notes

timelordspacegandalf:

loserberries:

dangergays:

enough of that “stick around for ur family” shit

here’s why you shouldn’t kill yourself u fucker

  • orgasms
  • fuckin puppies those cute lil shits
  • dude have you seen the fucking maldives
  • did i mention orgasms
  • ddude fob is back together n they r releasing new pUNK SONGS
  • so many concerts to go to
  • fuckin WINTER. snow n shit
  • the “keep calm and carry on” meme is dying

whenever im sad i look at this post

this post is now permanently on my desktop

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31st August 2014

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howellsbutt:

"can i have some of your fries?"

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Tagged: troye sivan

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31st August 2014

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31st August 2014

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