• me:I just want this to be over
• friend:want what to be over?
• me:*gestures vaguely*

dashberlins:

Sailor Moon Transformations
↳ Moon Cosmic Power Make-up!

stonerclone:

i decided i didn’t want to be a victim anymore. that’s not who i am.

pemsylvania:

my blog might suck but at least my avatar is cute

planturs:

what i planned to do this summer

1. paint and make art
2. hang out with friends
3. exercise 

what i actually did

1. cried
2. blogged
3. ruined every friendship i have

marauderserablog:

i-feel-mortality-surround-me:

I live for Harry meeting his parents in the afterlife.

Like

He’s already greeted everyone else and then he sees James and Lily and they all just sort of stare at each other for a few seconds before Lily gives a dry sort of sob and runs forward and hugs her grown son for the first time ever. And Harry is just so shocked and overwhelmed and so so happy that he can only stand there at first and then he hugs her back and it’s literally the greatest moment of his life (death oops). And James.

James starts sobbing. Full on ugly crying because he never thought this would happen. And he takes Harry by the shoulders and tries to say something - how proud he is or how much he loves Harry - but he can’t. He can only stand there, tears streaming down his face and blubber incoherently until even Lily agrees that “Okay, James, let’s calm down now this is getting rid-

“No, Lily, I will cry if I bloody want to holy shit let me have this moment.”

Which makes everyone chuckle a little and oh god it’s just the best reunion ever don’t argue this because I will fight you

this is perfect.

• boy:so u got any fantasies??
• me:ok so im 28, financially stable, living in a nice apartment and i dont hate myself and i have a job and also a dog

"Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are."

— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever (via purplebuddhaproject)

"You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics."

—

-Unknown English Teacher (via swarthyvillain)

I’ve never read anything more fucking true in my whole fucking life. 

Fuck.

(via unicornempire)