May 2012
3 tags
1 tag
youngstero:
I want a house with a slide in it and when you go down the slide there’s a giant ballpit and a bunch of cool kids are hanging out in there I wanna go for a slide then hang in a ballpit all day long and have kids tell me what they think about stuff
1 tag
1 tag
April 2012
2 tags
2 tags
5 tags
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
5 tags
1 tag
1 tag
4 tags
1 tag
1 tag
It is especially difficult to look another human in the eye for any period of...
– Neil Donald Walsch (via oceaniceyes)
2 tags
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln...
– Lincoln High School in Walla Walla, WA, tries new approach to school discipline — suspensions drop 85% (via mchotdog)
what a radical idea yo
(via matthewdgold)
11 tags
1 tag
LOL nevermind i googled it and it’s just about a haunted truck
a haunted truck
god i love you supernatural i love you
1 tag
i am such a chicken shit
i really want to watch another episode of spn but it’s called ‘Route 666’ and I’M SO SCARED and WHAT IF I HAVE NIGHTMARES and then I HAVE TO GO SLEEP WITH MY MOM then she’ll tell me “I told you so RAchel I told you!!!!”
no no no
4 tags
1 tag
give me something weird to listen to that makes me sad but also kind of makes me a little tiny happy but also very sad
did i mention weird
3 tags
1 tag
isn't that the guy from depeche mode?: Help →
kai-kau:
I am getting forced out of my house soon because of being gay and transgender.
Mum: “You either need to stop acting like a boy and be a girl, or get out. You are ruining your little sister’s life with your choices. A six-year-old cannot go around and say, ‘I have a two brothers,…
“i need to stop,” i whispered as i clicked next episode.
i think three bombay bicycle club blogs are enough rachel
3 tags
3 tags
1 tag
our love to admire is the greatest fucking album
2 tags
adam scott is 39 years old
still hot
2 tags
kairosclerosis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
1 tag
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even...
– Oscar Wilde (via isolates)
4 tags
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
4 tags
6 tags
1 tag
1 tag