You can tell a lot about how Im feeling by whether I watch pulp fiction or supernatural

No-one is online to listen to me complain




“I guess your grades are more important to you than your morals are,” my English teacher spits out, lecturing our class about cheating that’s been going on in the school.

My classmates and I exchange glances. Well, yeah, we all seem to be thinking together. Isn’t that what they’ve been showing us since middle school?

#also that our grades are more important #than ourselves.

and our mental and physical health.

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Johnny Jinx at Broken Clover Tattoo in Tucson, Arizona.

These are amazazing

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Hello and welcome to stress-painting 101 I’ll be your guide once I stop crying

Hello and welcome to stress-painting 101 I’ll be your guide once I stop crying

Painted cas losing his grace because im stressed

Painted cas losing his grace because im stressed



This guy is such a fucking tool and totally ruined this for me




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Captain America: The Winter Soldier Illustrated Poster   -   Oli Riches
Captain America: The Winter Soldier Illustrated Poster   -   Oli Riches

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I dont think people’s blogs should be deleted if someone doesnt use it for a couple years or something, If I ever get of this damn website Im pretty sure I wanna keep everything ive tagged as useful or keep contact with tumblr friends so instead of just deleting it the staff could slap on ‘-deactivated’ to the end of a url to free up that url for others and still keep the blog to go back to

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Julie Andrews = hero

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stop what you’re doing and adore me

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"May I feel said he" by e. e. cummings read by Tom Hiddleston

May i feel said he

i’ll squeal said she

just once said he

it’s fun said she

may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he

why not said she

let’s go said he

not too far said she

what’s too far said he

where you are said she

may i stay said he

which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

it is love said she

if you’re willing said he

but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he

but your wife said she

now said he

ow said she

tiptop said he

don’t stop said she

oh nn said he

go slow said she

cccome?said he

ummm said she

you’re divine! said he

you are mine said she

(via tom-sits-like-a-whore)

I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.

..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.

“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”

I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..

..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.