Tell Me Your Deepest Secrets

communismkills:

squigggle:

zeldatits:

lieutenantker:

WWII Facebook Style

I love these so much you don’t even know

greatest history lesson ever created

I LULED SO HARD

I need this on my blog.

(Source: , via livelifebyliving)

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cauliflowerqueen:

geekscoutcookies:

anakisa:

this girl telling me not to eat my cake because i don’t want my thighs to touch

they won’t be touching with your man between them

Worth reblogging. Sorrynotsorry.

(via adventuresofabeliever)

ladykatniss:

when someone yells STOP i never know if its in the name of love, or if its hammertime

(via grade-a-memo)

How did you find my blog?

Leave your stories in my ask, I’m really curious to know! 

(Source: winterforever, via kaleidoscopeofmemoriess)

lucykrap:

girlwiththekey:

valerieparker:

alfredtheherothatswho:

I THREW A KID IN THE WELL

DONT ASK ME ILL NEVER TELL

I WILL REGRET THIS IN HELL

BUT HE WAS IN MY WAY

I’LL TRADE YOUR SOUL FOR A WISH

DAMNATION AND SIN FOR A KISS

I WASN’T LOOKING FOR THIS

BUT YOU WERE IN MY WAY

YOUR GLARE WAS HOLDIN’

RIPPED SPLEEN, SKIN WAS ROLLIN’

DARK NIGHT, BLOOD WAS FLOWIN’

WHERE YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, BABY? 

HEY I JUST KILLED YOU,

I’M FUCKING CRAZY

BUT THEYLL NEVER FIND YOU

SO ROT THERE MAYBE

(via lemyxbabay)

steptoe:

We’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect

(via divinexx)

meatchan:

i appreciate My Chemical Romance song titles better if i put “Mom” at the end of them

eg.

“It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish, Mom”

“I Never Told You What I Do for a Living, Mom”

“This Is How I Disappear, Mom”

(Source: spadesnick, via tragicallymagically)

"Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel uncomfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love."

- Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via suiicune)

(via sexcake)