
share this to save tumblr :(
please fucking no, i will leave and then die
(( GUYS THIS IS REAL. NOT A HOAX. YAHOO WANTS TO BUY TUMBLR.))
(via ocherryxlimeadeo)
YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING
IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD
ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM
THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE
DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE
(via emptypagesdream)
do you ever just wanna kinda pack up and leave out of the blue without saying anything to anyone like just leave and start a new life thousands of miles away because i think i would love to do that
(via virginiabred)
from-the-stone-to-the-hallows:
hipstaa-pleazz:lovewillcomethru:myexistanceisanactofrebellion:
That time that Catwoman angrily stomped on Captain Kirk’s foot
wait a minute… is that Gimli in the background??
It certainly is, with Mary Poppins
Ah, the nerd is strong with this post
One reason why I love rain:
I’m a very tactile person. I hug all the time and touch and pat on the back or arm to show I care. When I went through my depression, when I was younger, I didn’t have any human contact. I barely hugged my mom or dad or family. It was horrible, but when it would rain, I’d go outside. It was the the only way I could feel touched. Rain felt like God’s way of telling me, “I’m still here”.
Thought maybe this might help someone.
(via sodelightfullyvague)
Science experiment: Who is easiest to summon?
Egberts?
Pizza?
John Green?
A vegan?
The only way to find out is to reblog and wait. Wait patiently. Just wait. It will be good I promise.