Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

supnoah:

do you ever have the urge to tell someone to shut the fuck up even when they aren’t talking

(via poetic)

cadennce:

mattsdebate:

my dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice. 
and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.

MY HEART

(via life-of-a-teenage-loner)

denchgang:

amoyed:

hey where my baes at

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(via lindseybluth)

denchgang:

amoyed:

baes, not bees

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(via lindseybluth)

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montegos:

balarinamarina:

I am so in love with this picture.
I love the messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes, his unbuttoned shirt. I like the imperfections in this picture yet they’re genuinely smiling and happy.

this is my favourite picture ever
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thetoxiczombie:

avengwhores:

Robert Downey, Jr. consoles a young boy in tears because Iron Man isn’t in his costume.
… I don’t know who looks more distraught: Downey or the kid

"oh no I let it down, what am I, who am I, I’m a fraud"

"I let it down”
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aschoolgirlcrush:

“will u marry me?”

“okie dokie”

(via vxdkaandmusic)

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Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
(via highwayaisle)

(Source: latenz, via narsisist)