if you burn your wishing light, do your wishes burn out

5:08 pm  •  31 May 2012

shavingryansprivates:

okaysizedbangtheory:

who has two thumbs and is offended by everything?
every tumblr user

wow not everyone has two thumbs asshole

4:46 pm  •  31 May 2012  •  251 notes

coconutcola:

rags-andbones:

The tattooed numbers are the dates she survived cancer

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4:45 pm  •  31 May 2012  •  166,769 notes

walmartfashionista:

i might not know how to flirt but i do know how to make everyone uncomfortable in 3 seconds flat which i consider to be more valuable in the long run anyway

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10:50 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  851 notes

“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via mermaidsongs)

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8:04 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  1,344 notes

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7:26 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  1,275 notes

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7:24 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  3,173 notes

killers - casiotone for the painfully alone

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7:20 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  1 note

flesh-mechanics:

The Matches | Sick Little Suicide

Mark said he could hold his own head up,
and share his mind,
with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall.

One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros,
still, I don’t believe he would take that fall.
Those things will put you back,
some paychecks.
Set you back about a year or two.

There’s a sick little suicide in all that we do.
All that we do.

And the ground downtown is a countdown,
no air anywhere in the area.
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia,
youth in America.

There’s a sick little suicide,
in all that we do.
There’s a sick little suicide,
in all that we do.

You decide,
which one’s for you!?

“Mark my words, oh, just a little more,”
Sarah said, and subtly subsistence is suicide,
“Exercise and malnutrition
keep curves tight,
‘cause all that matters is what’s outside.”

So says every magazine cover
which gallantly assaults
our own women and children.
But it’s not my fault,
it’s never my fault.

We dare bury our three-square fare
in a twenty-first century artery,
And feed beyond our need
so pardon me,
this part of me.

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7:16 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  10 notes

foxbor0:

Mark Hoppus // The Rock Show (acoustic)

just listen to it oh my god

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3:57 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  231 notes