okay well I have to go back to my apartment now, wish me luck on the roads

cause motherfuckin people are craycray drivers, including myself

evartandadam:

Deidara sketch in progress!

evartandadam:

Deidara sketch in progress!

jcatgrl:

taejira:

Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen

here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)

isaacdeitz:

People complain about gas prices all the time. It’s almost a cliché at this point. But the more I think about it, complaining is incredibly juvenile. It’s what little kids do when they don’t understand the full picture. I’ve learned that everything that you’ve ever taken a picture of is something that you should be grateful for, like taking a  picture of your friends, family, food, etc. But to another level, whatever you complain about really should be the opposite. To complain about gas prices implies that you own a car and there are paved roads you can drive on to get has. To complain about airline security means you’re traveling, to  complain about slow internet means you have a computer and internet. These luxuries we have have turned into complaints instead of gratitude for the life we have.

isaacdeitz:

People complain about gas prices all the time. It’s almost a cliché at this point. But the more I think about it, complaining is incredibly juvenile. It’s what little kids do when they don’t understand the full picture. I’ve learned that everything that you’ve ever taken a picture of is something that you should be grateful for, like taking a picture of your friends, family, food, etc. But to another level, whatever you complain about really should be the opposite. To complain about gas prices implies that you own a car and there are paved roads you can drive on to get has. To complain about airline security means you’re traveling, to complain about slow internet means you have a computer and internet. These luxuries we have have turned into complaints instead of gratitude for the life we have.

girl: babe come over
boy: I can't I'm having a threesome with an older couple
girl: my parents aren't home
boy: I know
"Bromeo, oh Bromeo
I love you.. No homeo"
-Every Bro Ever (via frecklesandstitches)
florats:

Xx Where space children are born xX

florats:

Xx Where space children are born xX

lilfairyboy:

ofgeography:

infinitelyeverlark:

001. Toxic | Melanie Martinez

I took a sip from a devil’s cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me 

HOLY CRAP

I want to do so much witchcraft to this 

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