laughterneverdies:

casualfangirling:

she-wants-the-doitsu:

whendaybreaks:

nicolasandthecage:

when i erase a word with a pencil where does it go

are you okay

They turn into those eraser shavings and then you swipe them off your desk and they land on the floor and someone steps on them and they stick on their shoe and eventually the person goes home so right now your word is at someones house

maybe its watching them take off their clothes yeah get it word

this fucking site i swear to god 

(Source: nicolasiscaged)

wonderland-in-the-dark:

godstoy:

This. I must rant:

Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.

I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

omg i feel your pain

(Source: lnsanely)

holdnoquarter:

Today I came across goats playing on a trampoline while I was driving around and it was the happiest thing I’ve ever seen.

scvlptures:

depression is when you don’t really care about anything

anxiety is when you care too much about everything

and having both is just like what

ikeepchanging:

My gosh.
If I looked like that, I’d be naked all the time. 

(Source: ixwantxbexskinny)

yung2wink:

who needs boys when u have ur dog?

yung2wink:

who needs boys when u have ur dog?