Carpe Diem

I just wrote a very bitter story about betrayal and self loathing and basically cutting. Been on my mind for a while. That was very therapeutic.


lovewithyous:

carolineflack:

HOW DO YOU MAKE A GUY STOP TEXTING YOU

HOW DO YOU MAKE A GUY START TEXTING YOU


my final thought before making most decisions:fuck it

thesickestjokes:

I’d like to thank the person who looked at a buzzing Bee-hive and thought:

“Those bastards are hiding something delicious in there I know it.”


me:wow i have so much work to do
me:--goes on tumblr--
me:--watches a movie--
me:--writes a novel--
me:--teaches myself sitar--
me:--climbs a mountain--
me:--backpacks through europe--
me:why am i not getting anything done

I’m so sick of waiting for my life to start.


angelwingsandplaid:

averypottermormon:

thetremblingofmyhand:

My mom asked me to make cupcakes, so assuming they were for my family, I iced them white with supernatural-themed red demon traps and blood spatter and some of them even had Lucifer written in calligraphy-ish font.

But then I found out that the cupcakes are for a church bake sale.

Do you see how this might be an issue?

you’re my hero

I love you, be my best friend.


ridingsheepinnewzealand:

oopsishittedagain:

avengethewholockians:

420goku:

420goku:

MY DAD GAVE ME A GOLDEN GAYTIME IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER

I DIDNT REALISE HOW THIS MIGHT SOUND TO NON-AUSTRALIANS IM REALLY SORRY

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i feel like you australians are just fucking with us now

bitch that’s a fucking cookie crumble

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(Source: oldakagi)