She’s sunny one minute then she’s pouring down rain (via hefuckin)
You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt. You’re so last summer (via rejoyces)

wifipasswords:

Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

this-music-is-dead:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

ok y’all 

how do i ask a boy out 

roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two

OH MY GOD NO

twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car

STOP IT

row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream

The last one could be taken one of two ways.

You have both war and poetry in your mind. (via etched-in-acid)

thecorinediaries:

prewetts:

jordanleeemerson:

secretgaygent:

rnints:

imagine if girls used the same style of joke to degrade men like “cool story bro now go chop some lumber”

GO CHOP SOME LUMBER

"what r u doing out of the garage go fix my car"

"Don’t you have something to fix somewhere."

xtjna:

people who pretend to be coldhearted are so misguided and i hope they find peace someday

I was on fire
and you used me
to light your cigarette
dulldrops  (via funeralfaerie)
Am I walking toward something I should be running away from? Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (via introspectivepoet)