June 2012
stillwatersofconsciousness:
someone somewhere just blinked in perfect synchronicity with you
vaginastew:
u know u like someone when u still talk to them even if they didnt send u nudes
juno-in-hades:
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
pah:
gay communist witches unite
i named my sim after you and i made her pee her pants i hope this sends a message to you that i do not mess around
meatmodel:
i would like to erase my middle school years from existence thanks
“I must eat my dinner.
This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou...”
– William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene ii, Caliban (via actwellyourpart)
a-strong-urge-to-fly:
angelsandmicrophones:
...
all my fucks out the window
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iweardiamondsforbreakfast:
i miss flip phones because at the end of a conversation u could dramatically close them like what can i do with my iphone throw it against the wall
sweetlasers:
hey i just met you
and this is jay z
No. Really. Shut the fuck up.