ravenclawssaywhat:

this-is-horrorwood:

hey-how-ya-doing:

oomshi:

do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely

do i like you or do i like that you like me

do I like you or do I like the idea of you

do i want to be in a relationship or do i just want to prove that i’m worthy of one


filed under:     my life,

bienenkiste:

Eudon Choi Resort 2015


overlypolitebisexual:

cat people: dogs are cool too
dog people: cats don’t feel love did you know a cat once MURDERED my MOTHER



filed under:     FUCKING BABE,     uggghHHhhhh,

things that happened so far since i started working:

  • i hate my boss (my uncle)
  • i LOVE MONEY I WANT TO SPEND IT ALL
  • i don’t sleep i’m gonna die
  • i’ve failed my first uni exam yay
  • i love going to tv recording sets because of it
  • i also love the guy i work for when we’re filming
  • he’s kinda famOUS and he’s hot and has a band and he kinda flirts with me
  • he’s 29
  • he has a band did i mention that
  • i don’t sleep

Blush

by Chet Faker

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fforty:

Chet Faker / Blush

I kiss, you blush - some kind of lust - I want to feel my head overthrown - I’ve got enough, it’s in the touch - I kiss your knees and I try to be bold

filed under:     sex music,

SIDE BURN「SUPER HAIR CATALOG」


doglets:

well son, a blog is formed when your loneliness and your narcissism fall in love with each other


kathpierces:

"I’ve been doing some research. In real life there is no algebra."

Twin Peaks (1990)


lilgivenchyprincess:

Me shopping: *would Kanye let Kim wear this??*


filed under:     yessssssssss,     the right way to shop,

bienenkiste:

"Fragment". Photographed by Neva Wireko for Chasseur magazine


qarfield:

when you look at your phone after a night partying and you are just ashamed of the messages you’ve sent


filed under:     i'm actually proud of them,     hahahaha,

theroomisonfiree:

Albert Hammond Jr portraits by Kaiden Seven


filed under:     babe,

darrynek:

when you’re buying something and the cashier gives you change and people are waiting in line behind you and slowly moving forward and you’re trying to cram your change in your wallet and get out of the way as fast as you can that shit is horrifying and traumatic


filed under:     YEYEYEYE,     me,

Gustave Doré