my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”
i told my granddad this post has 3,500 notes and he said ‘who are they? do i know them?’ he wanted me to list everyone and see if he knew anyone
If you don’t reblog cauliflower granddad, then you’re just a mean person.
i don’t need alcohol to drown in my sorrows, i need alcohol to stay afloat i’ve been drowning in my sorrows for years never learning to swim so i am not going to hate being under the influence if it helps me not to drown with every breath that i take
alcohol makes me feel sober // justscribbledwords
Where can I buy her album tho
that vibrato
SHE SOUND SO GOOD!!!!!
a.m. // what if i’ve lost it? (via writingitdown)
When someone with depression or anxiety or any mental illness for that matter tells you they are having a bad week or month and actually trusts you enough to tell you why, they aren’t doing it because they want you to fix them. They are telling you because they believe you are important enough to them to know why they are not feeling a hundred percent that day. Respect them for doing that. Because they clearly respect you.
I respect you
Basement // Promise Everything
I can’t let you go, for the fear of forgetting who I am without you. You were the kind of friend that had me convinced that without you, I’d be a nobody. It’s pretty ironic, because you always made me feel like a nobody. So I take a leap of faith with leaving my heart behind, I left it behind because you’ve broken it so many times that I don’t think I can even recognize it anymore.
