luckybambina:

Never
Look
At
Old
Messages
Between
You
And
Someone
You
Used
To
Care
About
EVER

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How sexy is your name?

zodiaccity:

Add the letters in your first name using the numbers below =) 

- Under 60 points= NOT TOO SEXY
- Between 61-300 points= PRETTY SEXY
- Between 301-599 points= VERY SEXY
- Over 600= THE ULTIMATE SEXIEST

  • A=100 B=14 C=9 D=28 E=145 F=12
  • G=3 H=10 I=200 J=100 K=114 L=100 M=25
  • N=450 O=80 P=2 Q=12 R=400 S=113 T=405
  • U=11 V=10 W=10 X=3 Y=210 Z=23

Don’t forget to add your name and your total!!!

1395 is a pretty rad number

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reblog if you’re an asshole

(via shove-a-cactus-up-your-ass)

You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world,
and there’s still going to be someone who hates peaches.
Dita von Teese (via analyticalmuslim)

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Relationships & I

brynnipeg:

Me: I just want someone to want me and to be with

Other person: I like you

Me: Well shit I can’t handle this walks away

(via metaphor-for-adolescence)

disowns:

i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop

(via youngvlcanoes)

disowns:

honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.

(via youngvlcanoes)

lordofthewincest:

I’ve been following some of you so long I’m so attached to you I don’t even care what you post anymore I just enjoy your presence and personality thanks for being so rad even though I don’t talk to a lot of you yeah this post just got 10 times creepier ok bye

(via deadenoshima)

(via scurryshit)

I remember crying over you and I lost so many tears. Now I’m here and I don’t know why I ever cared so much about you.
sad-idol (via sad-idol)

(via youngvlcanoes)

suzysils:

I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”

(via disorder)

It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.
(via extrasad)

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The person I blogged this from deserves to have a great day

(via unelueurdetristesse)