kimplz:

PROPHET LIKE IT’S HOT

kimplz:

PROPHET LIKE IT’S HOT

(via cantbetamed)


detectivanilla:

percymyjackson:

So my driving teacher has three fingers on one hand and four on the other and he makes puns about it and it’s great. And today he was like “I went to the museum and found my ancestors’ look guys!” And showed us this…

WHY DOES THIS NOT HAVE MORE NOTES

detectivanilla:

percymyjackson:

So my driving teacher has three fingers on one hand and four on the other and he makes puns about it and it’s great.
And today he was like
“I went to the museum and found my ancestors’ look guys!”
And showed us this…

WHY DOES THIS NOT HAVE MORE NOTES

(via dontpanics)



Hey guys! I’m not sure how much I’ll be around the next week, I’m officially away on vacation🙌 I’ll still keep in touch, and message me if you need anything. Hopefully I won’t lose too many followers for being on holiday 😂

Hey guys! I’m not sure how much I’ll be around the next week, I’m officially away on vacation🙌 I’ll still keep in touch, and message me if you need anything. Hopefully I won’t lose too many followers for being on holiday 😂



assdownloader:

this is the face of a broken man

(via miss-melancholysoul)


She wore black too often and always had eyeliner falling down her face; when people told her she looked pretty and mysterious and said they’d do anything to solve the puzzle that was her mind, she’d laugh at them because there was no substance behind her thin smiles and dead eyes, just sadness that no boy had ever sucked out of her, and God only knows how many had tried.

Most mornings, she swallowed too many painkillers with shots of whiskey and stumbled through the hallways with sick, slurred words spilling from her lips; when her teachers told her she’d never make it in the real world, she’d laugh at them because she knew there was no fucking way she’d survive much longer anyway, no matter what anyone said.

She used to beat up all the boys in her class when she was little, but she began trading them her body for old cigarettes and half-empty bottles of alcohol; when they told her they loved her, she’d laugh at them because if she let them see the things that ran through her mind, they’d leave her faster than she left home when she was sixteen.

She lost her mind when she was fourteen and had more than enough scars to prove it; when people told her she was destroying herself, she’d laugh at them because that was the whole point.

my sister left us three years ago and swore she’d die before she came back  (via pessimistiic)

(via let-your-scars-be)


luxvriously:

i think broken people love the deepest

(via flounderyoureallyareaguppy)