(Source: lavirtud, via a-harlots-progress)
(Source: lavirtud, via a-harlots-progress)
(Source: hotmessminusthehot, via crying-myself-asleep)
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made from what I learned from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend
(via faemonster)
(Source: makemestfu.net, via f4pul0us)
These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS
THIS IS A VEGETABLE
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA
These are chips
and these are chips too
That is all.
who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk
you win this round, canada.
Dying.
Dead.
OMFG
(Source: onelifelefttolivetoforgive, via purple-whore)
Angeranger
Crycry
Bitchbitch
Ouchouch
Cry
Cry
Cry
Bitch
Cry
Anger
Cry
Ouch.
Is how my day has gone thus far.
(via crying-myself-asleep)
(Source: optimus-primer, via savemesaveyourself)
(via crying-myself-asleep)