We’re Not Really Strangers

I can’t believe this is happening all over again.

I’m so tired of everything. (via coral)

*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*

paprika

me, lonely as shit: i’m lonely as shit

anyone: hey do you want to hang out m-

me, exhausted suddenly: no

acidpanter

Unpopular opinion:

Not all dogs…

Are good boys.

acidpanter

Sometimes…

They are good girls!!!!1!!

smileybonez

UNBLOCKED

all i want.

mid life crisis ? no no, mid DAY crisis. happens every day

a concept: i’m in a warm bed with lots of blankets and i have no obligations to be anywhere. i’m calm and safe and happy and you are here with me

chonce

twilight’s soundtrack didn’t have to go as hard as it did… decode by paramore? supermassive black hole by muse? roslyn by bon iver and st vincent?? breaking my little middle schooler heart despite not once experiencing love? iconic

chonce

how dare i forget a classic… eyes on fire by blue foundation as all of the sparkly whites dramatically walked into the lunch room… incredible

nadhie

my dad just exploded into laughter out of nowhere and told me ‘imagine the lion king but with sea lions’ he has been chuckling about it for 5 straight minutes now

nadhie

apparently it doesn’t matter that i’ve told him 10 times it’s the monkey who raises the newborn and not the lion himself, this is the scene he has been imagining

“he can’t raise his kid over his head”

alx-972

I want it

crockpotcauldron

okay but have you considered

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

Jonathan Carroll (via hplyrikz)

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via hplyrikz)