barfpop:

when will my reflection show who i truly am inside

barfpop:

when will my reflection show who i truly am inside

Toxic (originally by Britney Spears)
Melanie Martinez

accio-happin3ss:

notyrqueer:

bakefestatspliffanys:

lilfairyboy:

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infinitelyeverlark:

001. Toxic | Melanie Martinez

I took a sip from a devil’s cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me 

HOLY CRAP

I want to do so much witchcraft to this 

when the chorus hits tho

I listen to this like 5 times every time it comes up on my dash.

So I guess I have to reblog.

This is some American Horror Story shit

opn-wide:

empyreal:

Omg

Yooooooooo

xekstrin:

lowwbloods:

officialwillowpape:

i searched up ‘hurdlers without hurdles’ on google and i dont regret it

these boots are made for walkin

the old razzle dazzle

xekstrin:

lowwbloods:

officialwillowpape:

i searched up ‘hurdlers without hurdles’ on google and i dont regret it

these boots are made for walkin

the old razzle dazzle

neptunain:

go into a starbucks in NYC and say very loudly into your phone “this movie script is stale and trite! we need some new talent, someone with a fresh outlook” and wait

tonys-shawarma:

radicalfarts:


eraserheadsbaby:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

IM SCREAMING


I always reblog posts that say ‘I’m screaming’ because I just picture this tired, caffeine powered blogger just sitting on their bed in a dark room looking at their laptop screen, their face illuminated only by the blue glow, and just screaming at the top of their lungs at the picture

tonys-shawarma:

radicalfarts:

eraserheadsbaby:

the ol’ razzle dazzle

IM SCREAMING

I always reblog posts that say ‘I’m screaming’ because I just picture this tired, caffeine powered blogger just sitting on their bed in a dark room looking at their laptop screen, their face illuminated only by the blue glow, and just screaming at the top of their lungs at the picture

  • 14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
  • 17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
  • 21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?

callieohpeee:

when i was around 5 i asked my mom why “some people were different colors” and she said “because god wanted lots of flavors” and let me tell you that was the wrong thing to say because for the next 3 years i thought god ate people when they died

"At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is."

Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful

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bootybureau:

getoffmybloghoe:

Internet history won’t tell you anything, if parents really want to know what their kids are up to check their most recent emojis

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Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns

greetings:

people that don’t put cases on their iPhones have the kind of confidence that I need

tinylilremus:

No but can you just imagine Mrs Weasley getting to the magical afterlife one day and the first thing she sees is a girl with red hair sprinting towards her.

For a fleeting moment she thinks it’s Ginny, but as the girl comes closer she recognises the kind smile and the emerald eyes that are shining with tears. It’s Lily Potter.

Lily pulls Mrs Weasley into a tight hug and can only whisper three words before dissolving into tears.

"Thank you, Molly."

runningfromfaggots:

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”