melancholymango:

I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.

Hey fam, haven’t posted a picture of myself in ages, but here’s my exhausted mug and my new daughter Ruhr! I’ll post some better pics of her (and maybe myself) later but Im lovin’ her 🐍

ihearyourmelody:

You have shed

a thousand skins

to become the person

you are today.

And if you ever feel

overwhelmed

by the many people

you once were,

remember,

your bones have grown,

but what makes them

has never changed.

Nikita Gill, A Thousand Versions of You

insanelycoolish:

child-of-dolora:

tiny-septic-box-sam:

oopsabird:

god, GOD Freddie Mercury was such a fucking badass

This doesn’t do the moment justice. He took the swig of vodka, said “I’ll fucking do it darling”, and then ABSOLUTELY NAILED IT in one fucking take

Mood for 2019: “I’ll fucking do it, darling.”

Reblog for Freddie Mercury level belief in yourself this new year! 

hurleyquinn:

pssyriot:

Kinda wanna be kissed kinda wanna be stabbed

While he’s having a smoke
and she’s taking a drag

skeetskeetwithdaparakeet:

ravensloane:

god put me on this world and said “let this dumbass roam”

We are all gods roombas that he’s let loose

paristwists:

soft-santiago:

lindzbizkit:

celestialmoonchild:

Intimacy is beyond kisses and cuddles and sex. Intimacy is getting a headache and taking a nap, and waking up to your laundry folded and your partner rubbing your back. Intimacy is crying and yelling at night about your past to someone who listens and comforts you. Intimacy is watching shows in your pjs for hours and eating pizza together and being able to communicate love through holding hands. It’s never running out of conversation but doing it anyways to enjoy silence.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Intimacy was defined by my health teacher as: Being able to feel vulnerable with someone while still feeling safe.

intimacy, according to my professor of philosophy, is to be able to say “I do not know” without fear of being judged.

dazzle-camouflage:

mysticbaconslice:

my art, slapping me mercilessly: stop pretending that a simple box of color counts as a background you stupid sonuvabitch u stupid motherfucker stop it

me, spitting out blood: w h ,,at if it had a gradient tho,,

toonitrouble:

O w O of immunity. Reblog to ward off the evils of 2019