how this picture is perfect

You’ll end up disappointed if you think people care for you the way you care for them, nobody has a heart like you do. The the best way to avoid disappointment is to not expect anything from anyone. Fall in love with actions, not words. Don’t fall in love with ideas and thoughts instead of reality, it will be the death of you. Don’t be that person to be nice and apologize when you did nothing wrong, never make unworthy people a priority in your life. You deserve someone who actually gives a fuck about you, because you’ve spent your whole like making other people happy when all they did was leave and nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you, it’s funny how we let 1 single person disappoint us 1000 times. It’s like we all have this perfect picture in our minds of how things are supposed to be and that’s why we all end up being disappointed.
—  I have to stop getting my hopes up for things that will never happen.

Your “hapy” picture with camel, 5 piastras

Okay so I know this fanfiction is from about a year agok but I read it and I couldn’t help but draw this adorable coffee shop in all its titan glory!

*hugs you all*

if dogs were capable of using social media they would just constantly post pictures of humans talking about how great and perfect they are and that’s such a nice thought


My friend and I really liked your picture of Zane where he had ice-themed paint on his face, so we attempted to do some ice themed makeup/facepaint based off of it.

i just now thought that we really should have asked before we did this. oops. sorry!

Are we sure Phil Lester is real?
Like…he can be cute af…really REALLY cute…


But then…he transforms…

and becomes this strange super hot creature that makes you want to stab yourself with a fork


He can also be hot and cute at the fucking same time….

plus,he is literally amazing



gifs and pics are not mine

Thank you @mi-dispiace for such a beautiful comission piece!!! I seriously cannot thank you enough for making this scene from my Mabel’s Mind Palace fic a reality. I especially love the necklaces, they’re even better than how I imagined them. This entire picture is just perfect, so thank you very very very much!

Go request a commission here if you want something as awesome as this.

Plus this bonus picture xD

  • nate: elena fisher?? nah she’s just a reporter she’s just — [trips][hundreds of thousands of photos of elena fisher spill out of jacket] j-just a girl i these aren’t mine i’m just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of elena fisher scatter across the floor] shit fuck i’m holding them for a friend just liSTEN

• he’s just or too cute or too rough there’s no in between
• he would totally slap ur ass in public
• gets handy all the time
• you’re the only person he trusts
• you always know what’s bothering him even when he doesn’t want to tell you
• he does everything you ask him for
• acts all cool in front of his friends but follows u like a lil pup when you’re both alone
• making out on the kitchen counter
• “dinner can wait”
• hands on your knee
• takes pictures of you all the time
• brags about how perfect you are
• the others see your relationship as something they want for their lives
• youngbin likes to play with your hair all the time
• long late night talks
• long staring contest before going to bed
• taking naps every wednesday is a must !!
• loves it when you treat him like a lil boy
• but at the same time he hates it
• loves to know he can always protect you
• loves to snuggle his face on your breast
• heated making out sessions
• which end up with both of you just giggling at each other
• likes wearing couple clothes
• gave you a necklace with a lil heart which he calls ‘his heart’
• says some cheesy shit but it’s cute after all
• cute puppy eyes that would make u jump out the window if he asks you to
• loves u endlessly

Day Four Hundred Seventy One.

i keep erasing,
back spacing
words and swallowing them whole.
how can i try to paint a perfect picture
when my muse is nowhere to be found?

stumbling, crumbling, tumbling 
through a fog so thick
all that’s left is clouded vision,
bad decisions, 
and me,
alone with my thoughts
once again