fluoresensitive:

anyways how sexy would it be to be moderately wealthy i don’t mean like oppressively rich just like. maybe 50k in the account n i could go on trips n have nice things and do more nice things for ppl and ! when i see something cute i can buy it n pay bills n im not like! scrambling for my life; im just chilling in my apartment with my nice furniture, being happy, being Calm

toastpotent:

gayerluke:

wolfvalkyrie:

gayerluke:

security question: what was the last name of your first grade teacher?

my first grade teacher hacking my bank account: i’m in

why is this so fucking funny 

it’s a joke

ammacrelin:

jake gyllenhaal representing my two moods

totallyfubar:

I love saying “of course” instead of “you’re welcome,” like of course I’m helping you that’s what I do, you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which I’m not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon.

barduils:

barduils:

cat tummies are a temptation of biblical proportions

my cat: if you put your hands anywhere near me i will cage you in the real-life saw trap from which there is no painless escape

me: chumby kitty tumby…

somnoroasa:

“Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It’s possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected reprieve; the fear of dying. Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.”

— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via soracities)

quotemadness:

“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”

— Jack Kerouac

(Source: quotemadness.com)

vijara:

look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you 

(Source: vijara)

crimepvys:

Stop being the go-to person for people you can’t go to.