Sep 19

(Source: 420chipotle, via sextnoise)

drdrevevo:

I told my mom I didn’t wanna go to the store with her
Sep 19

drdrevevo:

I told my mom I didn’t wanna go to the store with her

(via astro-phel)

Sep 19

thefrogman:

[video] [h/t: sizvideos]

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

thefoodogatemyhomework:

Jamie Drake’s work at Gracie Mansion (that’s where the mayor lives, don’cha’ know) on the Upper way-East Side. Zuber with taupe millwork, delightful and, apparently this was a parameter of the contract, historically appropriate.
Sep 19

thefoodogatemyhomework:

Jamie Drake’s work at Gracie Mansion (that’s where the mayor lives, don’cha’ know) on the Upper way-East Side. Zuber with taupe millwork, delightful and, apparently this was a parameter of the contract, historically appropriate.

gnarly:

my computer screen is brighter than my future 

(via sextnoise)

Sep 19

gnarly:

the older I get, the more I understand squidwards anger

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

Sep 19
breakinq:

following back tons
Sep 19

breakinq:

following back tons

(Source: forbearance)

Sep 19

(via goldenspine)

they-want-us-to-surrender:

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Sep 10

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(Source: watercolouredveins)

"I’m sick of writing about you This is a love poem to myself You had a hard fucking year Everything caught on fire around you And all you could do for awhile was run your fingers through the ashes And look around at the ruins Tiptoeing quietly around them like they are the Coliseum, Like you were preserving history All blank eyes and quiet lips You forgot for a little while That the victors write the history books And you could still win You had a hard fucking year Tell me how you came out stronger than ever I see you You stand taller now Tell me how you did that Tell me how many nights you spent with your notebook and pen, Knowing that, for a girl with the name of a book, words are the only path to salvation Tell me how you saved yourself You had a hard fucking year Half of it you spent in a daze Your mother calls it going through the motions You call it hell The second half was when you realized you were the hero of this story Tell me how you picked yourself up Tell me how you found that your yoga studio is the easiest place to breathe Tell me how you gave up your self-destructive tendencies only to find that your mind was a beautiful place to live Actually, Let me tell you something You are a warrior Do you see what you made it through this year? You are a warrior And I, Finally, And completely, Love you"

- Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

(via isabellamombrini)

Sep 10