Stay Thirsty My Friends.
me typing in 2009: Hi there! This is a fun email thingy. What r u doing?????? Wow typing is really hard lol.
me typing in 2010: Hay guise! It's meh wtf lmao! I don't have ADHD i just IS THAT A PANCAKE TACO TURTLE LOL :3 xD
me typing in 2011: Oh my god, are you all illiterate? What do you think this is, 2006? Grow up, you lot of nine-year-olds. Nobody wants to have the Internet tainted with your scum.
me typing in 2012: lol whats happening hoo Dis
me typing in 2013: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
me typing in 2014: hella

Nobody warned me

that my hands would ache this much

when I let you go.


Haiku on Grip | Connotativewords | jl  (via connotativewords)

nsfwjynx:

nottheoneicheckatwork:

kalynnemarie:

BREAKING NEWS: if you ever judge anyone based on the number of sexual partners they’ve had, you’re a complete imbecile.

I beg to differ.

If someone has had more than one hundred thousand sexual partners I will absolutely judge them because that is impressive as hell.

I was expecting that to go somewhere else than it did and I’m pleased with the ending

And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via itsmicca)