Oreogasm

kastland:

parenting

Don't give....me up

The Fault In Our Stars I Birdy — Not About Angel…:

hope-for-komaeda:

bunnywithacape:

'Olay?'
‘Olay.’
The Fault In Our Sombreros.

Nacho average love story.

it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions

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totalteaandcrumpets:

kim-kanye-baby:

latenightvarietyblog:

imgonnamakeachange:

this is what dreams are made of

Sweet dreams are made of cheese

Who am I to disagree

ugh I want 

(Source: beaniekhalifa23)

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duckktective:

jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy 

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jaclcfrost:

the spell can only be broken by true love’s high-five

bricksatmywindow:

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bricksatmywindow:

Lads lads lads

peaceforthemiddleeast:

Palestine will be free one day <3.

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sliceofbri:

spoken-not-written:

am i the only one who thinks people look hotter when they’re in underwear and not when they’re naked

1) its this whole “leaving it to the imagination” thing that we humans like
2) genitals are fuckin weird lookin bro
3) have you seen a limp dick it’s like a sad sea creature

hanyasekadarhamba:

souada:

anotherbengali:

theshinylight:

fruitsofpatience:

nice-wig-janis:

do you remember when you were a kid and the doorbell rang you would run and see who it was, now i just run to my room instead

run in my room to get my hijab

And my abaya/jubah/long skirts and/socks

muslim tumblr taking over text posts

true tho, running as fast as i can all the way up to get my hjiab and runing down again to open the door

Muslimahs feel this. Lol

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(Source: stucklys)

Sometimes I just wish that I’m gone too you know so I don’t have to feel the hollow in my heart