23.08.14

(Source: weheartit.com, via gorful)

15.08.14

thecaptainjacksparrow:

elysian-serendipity:

touchmeslowly:

Jack Sparrow’s way of telling you your hair is ratchet.

That’s Captain Jack Sparrow you uneducated shit

thanks, kid

(Source: hayleyfromparamore, via gorful)

15.08.14

bewbin:

thefinestlad:

bewbin:

I just slept for 15 hours what I miss?

This dick

oh thank god i thought i missed something big 

(via serendipitousnightingale)

14.08.14

adulthoodcanwait:

All the awards to Adam Hills.

(Source: khaleesifeminism, via ladethima)

13.08.14

jionttt:

the reason why so many people prefer older men isnt because we have some sort of kink but because we know young teenage boys are a complete fucking disaster that can only be salvaged by the sands of time

(via ladethima)

13.08.14

6ood:

My dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow

(via gorful)

13.08.14
xaroth:


"He was so tired that he had to be carried home"

That backpack is soo not big enough for that whole dog..

xaroth:

"He was so tired that he had to be carried home"

That backpack is soo not big enough for that whole dog..

(Source: reddit.com, via gorful)

13.08.14
13.08.14

inbalanced:

that random moment when you suddenly remember someone who is no longer in your life and it feels like a knife through the chest

(via illregulorde)

13.08.14
cat-grrrl:

especially trans women of colour

cat-grrrl:

especially trans women of colour

(Source: literaturegoddess, via marinashutup)

13.08.14
11.08.14

guy:

it’s 2014 and having a valid and logical argument with your parents is still “talking back”

(Source: guy, via voldysgothetardis)

11.08.14

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

11.08.14
11.08.14