hope-for-komaeda:

bunnywithacape:

'Olay?'
‘Olay.’
The Fault In Our Sombreros.

Nacho average love story.

it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions

(via whoahomo)


whoahomo:

caseyanthonyofficial:

Fuck Wawa

first of all how dare you


partycrocanthem:

the best thing about the internet is that eye contact doesnt exist 

(via fake-mermaid)



theladychelsea:

honeyyvanille:

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

I absolutely needed to read that.

(Source: sarahaliceyoung, via fullbodiedlovin)


I got a blurry ass bartender with no arms! @iamceciliabedilia


"Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery."

Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, May 1919 (via wordsnquotes)

(via xaannaax)


thechamberofsecrets:

it’s so weird that harry potter took place in the 90’s

space jam was being filmed while voldemort was taking over the wizarding world

(via zackisontumblr)


bombing:

cop: who the hell ordered all these pizzas

me: you said i got one phone call

(via vvendys)


filthe:

no one cares if you don’t like short hair on girls shut the fuck up

(via ajantas)