mild-bloom:

i dont need a valentine i need 8 million dollars and a fast metabolism

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

trepanties:

steampunkscarecrow:

meister-maka:

pantyslime:

please stop getting mad at cashiers for prices they have no control over

Or not being able to take your expired coupon.

or not being able to break any rule that is store or company policy

Or not being able to make the manager come up to the cash register any quicker

princeofthewildthings:

rizelkahle:

angelicasucks:

YAAAASSSS

GOD FUCKING BLESS THIS WOMAN

preach

unimpressedlittlegirl:

Best friend was feelin’ sad so I made her some brownies 😏

unimpressedlittlegirl:

Best friend was feelin’ sad so I made her some brownies 😏

timid:

do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you

prozac-panda:

gsfsoul:

That looks like the “gods” are having a rave in the clouds

DJ Jesus. He died for our spins. 

prozac-panda:

gsfsoul:

That looks like the “gods” are having a rave in the clouds

DJ Jesus. He died for our spins.