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youre all i want

youre all i want

.consumed lover, fall for me, i'll keep you safe

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mujertropical:

donnaluna:

oliviatheelf:

too-kawaii-to-die:

I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.

"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it. 

Just in case this can help someone. Some suggestions also seem harmful (eating a hot pepper really hurts!!!) but steps to feeling better and not self harming is most important. Sending you love and light

STOP SCROLLING! Please reblog this vitally important information because at least one of your followers is self-harming. Thank you!

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"I love sleeping to avoid problems."
― Matthew Healy, The 1975. (via he4rt-out)
uncorpse:

daddyjpg:



dark/pale/glow here

uncorpse:

daddyjpg:

dark/pale/glow here

theredbookofwesteros:

quinnfabary:

I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room

 

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eldritch-abomination:

drinking tea now and then doesnt make you sophisticated it just means you like drinkign wet leaf

enjoy your fucki ng wet leaves

danpintilini:

flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

Reblogging for that comment

thats crazy

danpintilini:

flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

Reblogging for that comment

thats crazy

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dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

slothlifechoseme:

runyouclevertimelord:

spankmeniall:

lizziefaguire:

YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY IRKS ME ABOUT AUSTRALIANS

THEY CALL MCDONALDS “MACCAS” 

WHY

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you drongos dont understand ok. we go to the servo for fuel, we go to maccas for burgers and we go to the bottle-o for grog.

Wait, what the hell is grog?

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yup, that’s me!

yup, that’s me!

dustinmathisen:

ptgreat:

nickcarragay:

petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy

When she saw him time slowed to a stop.  He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him.  The one.  The first boy she would ever kill.

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