"Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count."

Heathers (1988)




What matters most is how well you walk through the fire. —Charles Bukowski (via buhaybabae)





And all I loved, I loved alone. —Edgar Allan Poe, “Alone” (via theantiproduct)


princess-romanova:

Its been like two years since this moment and I’m still not over it 




irvinatorr:

wow the fifty shades of grey movie looks intense




singwithme2397:

the horror and concentration on his face




spoofenshmirtz:

actualjonjafari:

and suddenly from the ashes of the old world rises a familiar face. weird al has returned.

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When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes. —Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)


dscovery:

haliilani:

Another magical evening. 

Wow i love this so much




jakfruit:

My friends all lined up on the roof, just minutes before Seattle’s annual firework show.




I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself. —(via suicidal-dreaminq)


punkbunnies:

dream date: we get chinese food delivered, it’s raining, i take a shower in your shower (it must be a nice shower with good water pressure), you let me wear your clothes after i shower, you have a cat that i can pet, we watch movies, i fall asleep in your bed for like fifteen hours, you fall in love with me




georgeslays:

It’s Prince George’s first birthday today and within a year he has already become better than all of us. Bow down.