Ask me anything   Trader Joe's and freelance sign artist with a major obsession with gore, romance, and lunar cycles.

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    ayoboe:

    officialfolgers:

    lumos5001:

    weloveshortvideos:

    How to hit high notes…

    i just snorted pop into my nose wtf

    I played the video and before it even started I saw the balloon and started crying

    and their singing lux aurumque 

    (via theoptimisticspaz)

    — 2 days ago with 204158 notes

    kohthefacedealer:

    il-tenore-regina:

    pallet-town-julie-brown:

    yoncehaunted:

    *SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*

    I A M  F U C K I N G S C R E A M I N G 

    OH MY FUCKING GOD O H M Y F U C K I N G G O D

    (via theoptimisticspaz)

    — 2 days ago with 186136 notes
    fenchurchdent:

chicklikemeblog:

Playboy’s catcall flowchart.  

I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me. 

    fenchurchdent:

    chicklikemeblog:

    Playboy’s catcall flowchart.  

    I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me. 

    (via third-eyes)

    — 5 days ago with 91030 notes

    stayuglystayangry:

    shoutout to all the girls + women who have thick, dark, and abundant body hair and have to spend time and energy shaving every single day if they don’t want to be harassed by loved ones + strangers alike

    shoutout to all the girls + women who decided its not worth their time, even if they only skip sometimes, and endure criticism, harassment, and stigma as the price for their own freedom of time + comfort

    (via fudgepuff)

    — 5 days ago with 28104 notes
    evey-dances:

“ABOVE me are the Alps, The palaces of nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, Gathers around these summits, as to show How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”
 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

    evey-dances:

    “ABOVE me are the Alps,
    The palaces of nature, whose vast walls
    Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
    And throned eternity in icy halls
    Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
    The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow!
    All that expands the spirit, yet appalls,
    Gathers around these summits, as to show
    How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”

     Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

    (via third-eyes)

    — 5 days ago with 26307 notes

    luxio:

    tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

    doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety

    (via baconexplosion)

    — 5 days ago with 269792 notes
    "A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning."
    — 3 weeks ago with 217250 notes
    Anonymous asked: I'm at work and I'm about to cry. I don't want to cry, can you say something funny?


    Answer:

    xekstrin:

    mylife-beliike:

    i-do-it-for-the-lesbians:

    ONE TIME AT SCHOOL LET ME REMIND YOU I GO TO AN ALL GIRLS CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL SO THEY ALL WEAR SHOIRT ASS SKIRTS OKAY SO ONE TIME THIS GIRL LIKE TRIPPED AND HER SKIRT FLEW UP AND MY FRIEND WAS LIKE TIFFANH GO FUCKING HELP HER UP AND I WAS LIKE PARALYZED STARING AT HER ASS AND THEN MY FRIEND WAS LIKE FUCKING SHIT TIFFANY YOU USELESS LESBIAN AND SHE LITERALLY HIT ME WITH A BIBLE AND I HAVE NO REGRETS NONE

    This kills me every time

    "TIFFANY YOU USELESS LESBIAN"

    — 3 weeks ago with 283356 notes
    nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

    nohnoelle:

    How To Train Your Humans

    (Source: epic-humor, via awoodlandfox)

    — 1 month ago with 212806 notes