That awkward moment when you leave a store without buying anything and all you can think is “act natural, you’re innocent”.
The moral of this story is - you can’t trust the system, man! [x]
if i like you and you like someone else then wtf? ? ? ? ?
You can’t watch that without immediately becoming gay or slipping deeper in the gay.
How the fuck are women straight?
I’ll tell you in a minute. I want to enjoy the suspense a little bit first.
We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.
All I really want is to be held.
To be able to curl into someone else, and feel them holding me, and just to rest in their arms. To hear their heartbeat through their shoulder, to feel their chest rise under my cheek. To have them stroke my hair and trace patterns on my skin and press kisses to my forehead when they think I’m asleep.
That’s all I really want.
do you think if you set up a queue then went out and killed someone you could use tumblr as an alibi because you had posted things all through the time of the murder
this website is full of psychopaths
psychopaths with damn good advice