Straight women: boobs are great
Gay women: boobs are great
Straight guys: boobs are great
Gay guys: boobs are great
Asexuals: boobs are great
Other: boobs are great
Cats: boobs are great
Boobs: boobs are great
Okay. So I’m in love with you. It just hurts too much.
Little sister and I couldn’t sleep. So I read her the first chapter of The Fault in Our Stars I am really happy right now
empty-aisles: I have nothing left for you. Nothing.
It's the bitch of living and knowing this is it.
mrschristophercolfer: God, is this it? This can’t be it… Oh God, what a bitch.
For the love of god, all I had to do was say yes! Ilse? Ilse! So what will I...– Moritz’s monologue - Spring Awakening (via wh0re—m0ans)
Anonymous asked: Have you ever had a boyfriend?
cielmarmelade: I’m at the point where if any of my jeans get thrown in the dryer I won’t wear them ‘cause I’m scared they may be a little tight, and I’ll seem more fat than I already feel
Reblog if you want "have you ever" asks.
Who Wants Love?
826chi: (from the forthcoming Compedium III) by Quinn, Grade 4 Love is a great thing because it’s made out of hearts and beauty and prettiness and handsomeness and awesomeness. And POW! Love goes slow. Love is ridiculous. Love is fast like a pony with a wizard costume on and a green mustache. Love is sad. Love is crazy. Love is around the world. Love is a deck of cards. Family Love is happy...
Is there more I could of said? Now they’re only pictures in my head– Pictures in My Head, The Muppets
because of tumblr i have otp’s in shows i don’t even watch
President Snow: A crown for you, Katniss Everdeen, you go Katniss Everdeen!
President Snow: And none for Peeta Mellark, bye.
It’s good to feel nervous, that’s how you know you’re doing something worth...– (via olaswalter)
whiskeybreathonthewheel: Some days, I write for you. About the end of days. About the beginning of yesterday, and the start of tomorrow. Some days, I write for me. About going through the rinse cycle, only to be taken out and hung up to dry. Hung by the neck from some wicked old tree. But these days, I don’t write at all. And when I say that, I mean I write to write. I write...
me in any situation: im gonna cry