amyskhaleesi:

I wonder how many people start with tumblr being part of one fandom and end up as a multifandom blog 

scatteredly:

i hate it when you’re waiting for someone to text you and someone else texts you but you think it’s them and you get all disappointed when you realize it’s not

meladoodle:

me after sex: hey how much xp did i just earn

aisette:

when the person u like logs on

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opposite-directions:

life is so hard when you have twenty tv shows to watch

meloetta:

"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around

jimmyspookyurine:

roses can be red 

violets aren’t fucking blue

this is an actual correct poem

bottom line: i’d like to fuck you

Just because a person doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all that they can.
― i don’t even know where I read this but man, i got so many emison feelings.  (via emilystarkk)

lthilien:

IT KINDA HIT ME THAT SOMETHING HORRIBLE COULD HAPPEN TO ONE OF MY INTERNET FRIENDS AND I’D NEVER KNOW AND I’D SIT HERE AND WAIT AND WAIT FOR THEM AND THEY’D NEVER COME BACK SO I JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE ALL OF YOU OKAY NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU GUYS OR TO ME OR ANYTHING OKAY I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH

hawk-and-handsaw:

It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached. 

saruhmannings:

look, i don’t care if you are fat or thin or have long hair or short hair. i don’t care if you like wearing a lot of makeup or none at all or if you love to shave your legs or choose not to. i don’t care if you have stretch marks or if your hip bones show or if your tall or short, and i don’t care if you don’t believe any of this, but you are fucking beautiful, every single last one of you. and don’t you ever, ever forget that.