Anonymous
No mater how much I sleep I’ll always be tired, tired of life, tired of everything.

zackisontumblr:

*plans life around having a rich significant other*

…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.
Elena Gilbert (via camoxytocin)

impala-in-thetardis-cab:

tennants-hair:

fangirlamy:

consultingtimekhaleesi:

Blood bounces quite strikingly on snow not only because of the obvious color/contrast discrepancy, but the large difference in temperatures.

Another post to add to the list of “I swear I’m not a serial killer, just a writer”

I’m not even a writer and this is awesome. 

I’m not even a serial killer and I love this

I’m both of these things and I find this great

taco-bell-rey:

when someone calls you “hun”

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windwrinkle:

nathalielete:

my  new couple of chairs”monsieur Tulipe and Madame Marguerite”

with the great collaboration of Anthonis Cardew and Clement Poma.

wow i need those chairs