volcainist:

you should have opened your eyes i was crazy for you

nevertoomanyspiders:

sirspookers:

zedigalis:

martininamerica:

Mozzarella does her best impression of a sausage.

I just love how after he asks if it’s a sausage, it looks down like “oh shit! I am a sausage :o”

"Are you a sausage?"
"*cats looks down and back up* yah"

I love it when cats open their mouths wide open and all that comes out is a small peep

applevevo:

tortillas:

freedom

no money no family 16 in the middle of Miami

applevevo:

tortillas:

freedom

no money no family 16 in the middle of Miami

jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

sniffing:

damn

sniffing:

damn

constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

constantbullshitting:

oilauren:

"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."

Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”

now THAT’S what i call a party

"Jobs fill your pocket. Adventures fill your soul."
Jaime Lyn Beatty  (via h-auptgewinn)
Via
SK communications Cymera
"I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you."

S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)

…..

(via kceniaaa)

"We were never friends. Not for a second. I loved you."
Alex in Orange is the New Black (via larmoyante)
"I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved."
(via lovurs)

slaughteroftheweeaboos:

ppl my age have children what the hell i am a children

solisseblog:

IG: gina.yang

solisseblog:

IG: gina.yang