keatchi:

itssofluffy-im-gonna-die:

h4te:

i want to go on a shopping trip where i am the only one in the shopping mall and everything i want is free

that’s called night robbery 

so be it

(Source: h4te, via michaelavender)

imagines-5s0s:

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Luke: 

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Calum:

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Ashton:

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Michael:

foreverize:

That moment when you talk to yourself and you start smiling like an idiot because you’re just so hilarious.

(via phobias)

gnarly:

perks-of-being-chinese:

im 28% applesauce

applesauce? more like soy sauce am i right ladies

(via phobias)

nosdrinker:

*saves game six times just in case*

(Source: nosdrinker, via outrights)

unfollovving:

If you’re gonna keep being cute then you’ll have to kiss me, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules

(via orgasm)

sarahakele:

just so we’re clear if i ever become famous you guys totally have my 100% permission to use me to get back at any bitches who teased you in school like im not even kidding just send me a message with your situation and i will fly my ass out to your high school reunion or whatever and be your +1 and we can regale all the bitches with the fantastic stories of our foolhardy adventures and THEY WILL NEVER KNOW

(via bun-and-ahs)

2uguu4me:

causticgambler:

2uguu4me:

PROCRASTINATES LOUDLY

yo could you keep it down some of us are trying to work here

in a minute

(Source: superhighschoolleveluguu, via bun-and-ahs)

thechamberofsecrets:

white lips, pale face, choking on my toothpaste

(via bun-and-ahs)

"

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"
- Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via bun-and-ahs)

vodka-and-ashtrays:

Here’s to the people who talk others out of suicide but can’t do the same for themselves. Here’s to the people who constantly tell people they are beautiful, and wonderful just because they don’t want others to feel the way they do. Here’s to the ones who don’t get told this enough, I love you.

(via just-a-psychopaths-puppet)