awful artist
a bland woman, a grand liar
chimneyfish:

Heptu Bidding Farewell to the City of Obb, 1909
John Duncan

There’s a bruise in the hollow of her throat,
stuck between lungs and rattled by heartbeat.
She can taste the regret on her tongue as it
clings to everything she owns,
including the
future.


equisollux:

zombiecthulu:

basedkuroko:

my friend is hiding under this bean bag in the library so he doesnt have to go to PE

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the only way you can see him is if you get on the floor behind the bean bag and see the light of his phone

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I bet he’s on Tumblr

I am

(Source: lolicutie)

I don’t wanna work. I wanna twerk. There’s a difference.

(via artificialgingersnap)

After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.

(via rumour)

(Source: sensxal-bliss)


transfer your lunch money to my paypal, nerd

kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life