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bobshit:

what are snails even trying to do

their best

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I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.

(via theendlesswishofperfection)

silent-dialogue:

what the fuck this kid has better style than 99% of the male population

(Source: merman861015, via howdy)

fake-suicide-of-genius:

stevie-rae-johnson:

tfiosmovienews:

First and last words of Augustus Waters.

WHY

I KNEW I WOULD FIND THIS POST EVENTUALLY

(via flawsofthetwentyfirstcentury)

friendsarefortheweak:

reblogalert:

Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.

Share this it might save a life

(via coachela)

miloticxo:

My life, holy shit.

miloticxo:

My life, holy shit.

(via thefaultsinourschoolsystem)