Y que se me rompan las manos si algún día vuelvo a escribirte.

—(via idc-about-you-anymore)

(Source: aullidosalalunallena, via aallfalldown)

ghore:

I’m on a new diet called don’t fucking look at me

(via the-hxngry-games)

¿De quién te vengabas todo el tiempo que yo estuve a tu lado?

—Mi primera combustión - Love of lesbian (via peronolodigas)

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

—Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals  (via funeralfaerie)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via daddyfuckedme)

pissyasshole:

tbiamaryllis:

holy-howell:

nosdrinker:

did she get kicked out of her house after this

what the actual fuck did i just watch

Please don’t scroll past this

i hate this video so fucking much i want to throw up every time it’s on my dash

(Source: sextmessage)

peanutbutterandsquats:

lilyredneck:

dut-dut-goose:

queenofferrets:

juzanotherblog:

new bra from victoria secret! :) 

A woman stands in her bedroom. She is with her attractive male lover. The air is filled with desire. They both look into each other’s eyes. The female, with a slightly bashful smile, takes off her clothes, starting with the pants first, and finally the shirt. She is wearing the bra. The man’s eyes opened wider in interest. His interest is peaked. The woman strutted closer to him, her eyes batting and her smile growing. She leans into his ear and with a breathy voice, she spoke:“Lettuce fuck.” 

I graduate in three days, I pay my own bills, I have a car, and I’m reading fanfiction about a lettuce bra.

It has a little lettuce bow.

I’ve been laughing for 7 minutes oh my god

peanutbutterandsquats:

lilyredneck:

dut-dut-goose:

queenofferrets:

juzanotherblog:

new bra from victoria secret! :) 

A woman stands in her bedroom. She is with her attractive male lover. The air is filled with desire. They both look into each other’s eyes. The female, with a slightly bashful smile, takes off her clothes, starting with the pants first, and finally the shirt. She is wearing the bra. The man’s eyes opened wider in interest. His interest is peaked. The woman strutted closer to him, her eyes batting and her smile growing. She leans into his ear and with a breathy voice, she spoke:

“Lettuce fuck.” 

I graduate in three days, I pay my own bills, I have a car, and I’m reading fanfiction about a lettuce bra.

It has a little lettuce bow.

I’ve been laughing for 7 minutes oh my god

(Source: justinbiebergoth, via too-gay-for-this-shit)

saxitlurg:

hrmphfft:

canyouloveaplayer:

You guys do realize that when Anna and Kristoff get married, Sven is going to be the Best Man at the wedding. He’s going to have to give a toast. Kristoff is basically going to talk about himself in his Sven voice for 45 minutes.

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"…and never in my life have I met a lad more pure of hart.”

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