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Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.(via queerofthehill)(via cj-sewers)
Posted on May 23, 2013 via (UNTITLED) with 17,209 notes
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ilywaffle asked: WOOHOO
weeeeee
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If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via housewaifu)(via digitalbaths)
Posted on May 20, 2013 via not clarissa. with 121,540 notes
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Chinese Venice !
Zhouzhuang is China’s oldest water town.One of Chinese best preserved water towns, Zhouzhuang is the perfect one day interlude during you Shanghai experience.
(Lower Nibenay)
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Posted on May 20, 2013 via The Khooll with 1,200 notes
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Friendship is so much more valuable than romance. I’m friends with people I want to keep forever. I go out with people that I think deserve a chance. I’m sorry for the confusion, please stay.
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Posted on May 16, 2013 via Oh My God! with 1,641 notes
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Posted on May 14, 2013 via with 132 notes
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A pic from a shoot last fridayyyyy!
Posted on May 14, 2013 via JerinaEufemia with 591 notes
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Is it offensive to tell someone I’m not attracted to their pheromones? Or is that a really good way to reject someone?
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no one in this picture looks like they have a soul
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Posted on May 13, 2013 via Keep Calm =^^= Hello Kitty with 5,995 notes
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Casual reminder that this was an Actual Thing that actually aired on Cartoon Network.
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Posted on May 13, 2013 via as fire loves innocence with 158,148 notes
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It’s so weird how different it is writing on here than it is in a journal. In here I have a thought and I just express it. It’s concrete and I try to say things in a way that I think others will understand only because I know others can read it
In a journal I express myself endlessly I feel like I can’t possibly write enough it feels like it will never be what I am really thinking. I become manic with thought and don’t know where to end it.
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Comfort can be a dangerous thing. You stick around home all the time where it’s safe and nothing ever changes, and before you know it, you get set in your ways and you quit learning, you quit changing, you don’t grow anymore.
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And if I’m stuck with never getting better and everything else is moving forward then I’m really going backwards aren’t I?



