remember in hannah montana the movie when a whole town found out she was miley stewart and they all just agreed to keep it a secret yea tht was bs


how many whats until you give up on trying to hear what the person is saying





Soft rocks…

can you imagine though

you send your enemies a rather large amount of these in various sizes. you leave no return address or explanation. they open all the boxes to discover these wondrous pillows. they are reluctant to keep them but eventually they give in and integrate them into their home like the above pictures. after a few weeks or even months, theyve gotten accustomed to having them in their home and routinely relax in a large pile of the odd pillows. until one night you just take every single one back and replace them with actual rocks of the same dimensions so that when its time for them to relax and unwind from their day day fall into a pile of hard unmoving boulders. they break their spine and are paralyzed. you have won

What the fuck is wrong with you…


when your parents make you call to make your own appointments and have adult responsibilities



I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

— Vincent van Gogh (via ugh)


the question of our generation

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

— Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)

the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand

I hate my face.
I hate my hair.
I hate my loud voice.
I hate my singing voice.
I hate my teeth.
I hate my smile.
I hate my manly hands.
I hate my height.
I hate my body. I fucking loathe my body.
I just want to wake up in someone else’s body. Preferably someone fit and beautiful and just overall very attractive. I want to keep my current brows though. Just the brows. Is that too much to ask for?


i feel like i got a virus from reblogging this


"He is the Mexican Jesus after his performance against Brazil"