beginning-of-a-rebellion:

hidden-disaster:

michellehartson:

shadesandgoldbullets:

littlefuckinglesbian:

I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.

Wow.

just wow….

The real question is who in that room would still catch you.

woah. this was already intense, but that last comment hit hard.

She stood in line and got cut.
Tried out, got cut.
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
Then, she got numb, and she only felt when she knelt and cut.

Nerds by Bo Burnham. (via obscurodominus)

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

hatewizard:

“THEY WERE JUST TEENAGERS” idk man I was a crazy, stupid, reckless, and unstable teenager but not once did I ever get the urge to kidnap, drug, and rape someone

AFUCKINGMEN

(Source: supreme-thunder-dragon)


boyexemplified:

socialworkgradstudents:

korythedirtyracetraitor:

longlivexxxx:

[x]

she was dressed modestly to begin with though wtf

But obviously girl knees are so much more psychologically problematic to a developing adolescent than watching adults wield and flex the ability to humiliate powerless children with the excuse that the knees of children are inherently sexually stimulating

fucking hell I thought this was the Onion

She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via larmoyante)