17 4 / 2014

parynoid:

when you look cute in a snapchat and they don’t reply image

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17 4 / 2014

becausebirds:

Have you seen a Toco Toucan hop down stairs lately? Or a Keel-billed Toucan bathe with a glass of restaurant water?

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17 4 / 2014

17 4 / 2014

nooffensebutareyougay:

hostilehottie:

celestia:

remember

if you can watch this entire video straight through you have the most iron fucking will on the actual planet, in the actual universe. you have gigantic balls of steel. i would not fuck with you. you could come in my house and slap my mom and take my cats and i would just let you. if you can watch all of this you scare the shit out of me

I saw this and thought “psh it can’t be that bad” I was so horribly wrong

nope nope nope nOPE NOPE NOPE

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17 4 / 2014

catopeeta:

mapoftheunintended:

spankmehardbarry:

on the dick like

I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

what the absolute fuck

catopeeta:

mapoftheunintended:

spankmehardbarry:

on the dick like

I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

what the absolute fuck

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17 4 / 2014

danyuuul:

*DIES AND FALLS IN GRAVE AND SOUL GOES INTO SPACE* my god that was cute 

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17 4 / 2014

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17 4 / 2014

socialanxietytruthsandhelp:

If this helps one person I will be so, so pleased. 

Please reblog for your followers, you don’t know who needs help :)

I hope this helps and be sure to follow for advice, relatable posts, submitting your own anxiety truth or just realising you’re not so alone:

www.socialanxietytruthsandhelp.tumblr.com  

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17 4 / 2014

I still think about dying. What it would be like to not worry anymore. To not have to wonder about stupid shit anymore. No more pain…no more rejection…no more doubt. I still think about it.

I still think about not eating. The bliss of weighing less than 100 pounds. Weighing myself and being happy with the number because it told me I was skinny. I was pretty. I still think about it.

I still think about self harm. About drawing pretty red ribbons across my wrists, my ankles, my thighs, my hips. To let the taste of blood distract me from reality. To let the tiny picks of pain remind me that I am still alive. I still think about it.

I still think about all of it.
I’m sorry.

15 4 / 2014

"Cheating is NOT a mistake.
If you’re truly in love with someone, you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones tears stain your lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to its soil. Cheating is a choice, its a choice you made because you obviously didn’t give a single fuck about your relationship."