You’re a saint, you're a queen.

cosmicspread:

u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun

hope-for-komaeda:

bunnywithacape:

'Olay?'
‘Olay.’
The Fault In Our Sombreros.

Nacho average love story.

it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions

fangirladdie:

After I saw him in The Cripple of Inishmaan, I anxiously waited to meet Daniel Radcliffe at the stage door so I could get this card signed. Because I was toward the back of the crowd, I didn’t think Daniel would even notice the card, but I was very wrong. As soon as he caught sight of the card, Daniel started laughing. He then took the card and explained how he had wanted to sign one of the cards ever since he had found out about it and signed it with my Sharpie. Then he THANKED me for bringing it and took my phone and took a selfie with me. Needless to say, I was very happy.

boomshakalakaxoxo:

Kiss me auf We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/126652208
masturbationdestination:

 

disloyalorderofpandabears:

heyitzmina:

I watched a girl delete her bible app to make room to take more videos of Panic! At the Disco at the concert last night.

this is gospel

what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves

Damn that’s deep.

lilpunkin:

the thing is literally NO ONE cares if u dont think leggings count as pants. no one. no one cares. everyones gonna keep wearing them as pants. theyre pants. no one cares what u think

estegrimshaw:

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

there’s no in between

estegrimshaw:

itsnachoday:

sometimes I’m chandler, sometimes I’m joey

there’s no in between

Theres a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
AnnaSophia Robb, The Carrie Diaries (via timid)

ashleyapathy:

*~Have hope~*