cant believe we live in a reality where getting a silly iced drink can set you back 7 dollars. it's like they want me dead
Reblog and put in the tags an unpopular or commonly hated character that you like. Does not have to be a villain, can be anyone / anything.
being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]
have a little poem with your morning coffee and maybe everything will be okay
“what if the house was haunted” what if the house WASNT haunted. what if your continual presence there is what corrupts. what if you are what haunts this house
jackles could've done ken but ryan gosling couldn't have done dean
Elliot Page has the chance to do the single funniest thing in the history of Hollywood.
it is 3am and i wanna completely rearrange my room.. where is this energy during the day...
i don’t know if i’ve ever posted about this before but this is the actual house i wrote house in nebraska about. it’s called the wasden house, it’s by the highway just south of quitman, georgia. a man killed his sister and her husband in 1937 there because they threatened to commit him to an asylum. an old friend of mine used to live down the road, we would drive by it all the time right after high school and i’d daydream about it constantly. i hope it goes up for sale every day.
iamhalsey: Little commotion for the suit. @lynalyson_ 🚭. photos @yasi girl
And now I can’t stop thinking that I almost gave you e v e r y t h i n g .



