pulitzer-prince:

How can you argue this isn’t the greatest city in the world?

(via quiet-spirit)

mrozna:

milkscab:

haus-of-ill-repute:

Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete   

Life goals


#scroll out#reveal the giant squirrel pulling her strings

mrozna:

milkscab:

haus-of-ill-repute:

Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete   

Life goals

(via quiet-spirit)

  • accidentally thinks about something awkward i did three years ago
  • me: nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono

planktina:

Nothing cheers me up better than Bryan Cranston throwing pizza.

(via quiet-spirit)

silohouettes:

I hate when a person says they’ve had a bad day and everyone, instead of trying to cheer them up, enters a competition of who’s had the shittest life

(via wetpaint)

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

(via avvfvl)

This is what I think about a lot. Like I’m a character of my own design and different versions come out to play depending on who I’m with but I don’t think the real one comes out even when I’m on my own. I lost sight of who that person is a long time ago.

(via soapytitwank)

(via kassidoubled)

“Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment.”


― Orson Scott Card

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