Letters from a hypocrite

So tear me to pieces, my sweet suicide.
For to die is to gain, but to live is for Christ.

sizzleshorts:

commiekinkshamer:

i would pay a lot of money for a complete list of everyone who’s ever had a crush on me

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(via legalmexican)

coca-cola-anne:

You may not be able to see your own beauty or love yourself but one day, someone will. You have only lived such a small part of yourself, you will never know what the future brings. So, keep going. Hold on. You are never alone. ♥

(via makemefeelsafe)

overdid:

do you ever feel lonely and unwanted even if you are with your friends

(via legalmexican)

2 years old kid:

*runs*

family:

looks like he's going to be an athlete

“I remember working with a law school in which white men heavily dominated the faculty. They used lots of sports metaphors (doing an end run, Monday morning quarterbacking, and so on), with legal jargon thrown in for good measure. I suggested that this was not a particularly welcoming trait in their school, that in fact it was sexist, but they paid little attention. I made my point by speaking for about five minutes in dressmaking terms: putting a dart in here, a gusset there, cutting the budget on the bias so it would be more flexible, using a peplum to hide a course that might be controversial. The women in the room laughed; the men did not find it humorous….Language is power, make no mistake about it. It is used to include and exclude and to keep people and systems in their places.”

—   Frances E. Kendall, Understanding White Privilege (via nadashannon)

(Source: brutereason, via lalupine)

bootyexpress:

THE LAST ONE

(Source: lauzor, via punkrockluna)

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

i think we found the opposite of nash greir

(Source: the90sk-i-d-s, via thatssoravenne)

urbancatfitters:

slytherin-starkid-of-tardis:

urbancatfitters:

everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment

What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.

screenshot this and look at it in 3 years

(via splders)

Nice things to whisper when hugging someone

yogurtville:

-you smell different when you’re awake
-please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
-soon
-you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it
-your hair tastes like strawberries
-tonight….you.
-he knows, don’t go home.
-I always knew you would die in my arms
-every time I poop I think of you
-no one will ever believe you
-yessssssssssssss
-I killed mufasa
-I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
-mother told me it would be like this

(via godbless-st-cyr)