christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"
People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.
my algebra teacher is pregnant and asked my class for baby names and she called on me and i panicked and said luigi
I WAS ON MY PHONE IN ART AND I READ THIS AND LAUGHED OUT LOUD AND A KID NEXT TO ME WAS LIKE “WHO ARE YOU TEXTING” AND I PANICKED AND SAID “LUIGI”
GUYS THIS SHOULD BE A THING. EVERYTIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU SOMETHING AND YOU PANIC JUST SAY LUIGI
luigi! at the disco
i’ve reblogged 3 variations of this already
This changed me
What the fuck is wrong with this website
isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?
yeah there legit is that’s 100% true
Oh my god
last time we reblogged this we got anon hate from the christian community. You guys really are passionate about your figs.
Behind The Scenes:
Hair and Makeup Test for Breakfast At Tiffany’s
I awoke tangled in my sheets
And in the back of my mind
I kicked myself.
It’s been so long-
I want to be tangled in the sheets
I asked you to leave
And you’re still here
Tattoed on my heart sinews
My blood stream.
You’re breaking me slowly
Making my bones ache
And my soul grieve.
You’re not here
Yet you are.
Stop living in me
I taste you in every swallow
Crave you every time I bite my lip.
I’ll only ask you once more
Before I end up
Texting you again.
Set me free.
Leave me be.
Get out of me.