laisse tomber
Buy Tacos.

paintdeath:

Being in love erases pain by Harriet Lee Merrion
http://frondpal2016.tumblr.com/post/100471849666/spacetwinks-i-do-not-look-like-it-at-all-but-i

spacetwinks:

i do not look like it at all but i am frequently the rawest motherfucker on the dance floor. i’m completely self taught, so i can tell you with confidence right now, the majority of dancing in public places is not actually being good at dancing - it’s being confident with…

annie-banannnie:

Bed time selfie cause I feel cute for once ✨🌟😴💫💛

Killin ‘em

(Source: floate, via elusivemulatto)

clraft:

how am i supposed to forget you when every time i go outside i see things that remind me of you

like:

  • garbage cans
  • dog shit
  • asshole people
  • those babies that you want to punch in the face because they wont stop crying no matter what

(via mean-dauphin)

intergalacticwombat:

fun date idea: pay for my tattoo

(Source: hauntedwombat, via buttmunchh)

annie-banannnie:

pizzaisalwaystheanswer:

I am so in love with this lipstick

Even though I already said this on Instagram…YAAAAAAAS SLAAAAAY MAMA YAAAAAAAAAAS
dolliedagger:

so-treu:

back when you could be Black on the disney channel

Never not reblog
Due to its unique characteristics, glitter has also proven to be useful forensic evidence. Because of the tens of thousands of different commercial glitters, identical glitter particles can be compelling evidence that a suspect has been at a crime scene. Glitter particles are easily transferred through the air or by touch, yet cling to bodies and clothing, often unnoticed by suspects
— the more u kno (via portmanteaurian)

(Source: Wikipedia, via frondpal2016)


But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely — or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
— Oscar Wilde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via onlinecounsellingcollege)


I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.
— Raymond Carver, “Intimacy” (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via causeijustwannadie)