amyanarchy:

Sheldon Cooper you’re my hero

(Source: thebigbangtheorists)

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callmekitto:

don’t tell me what to do nerd

callmekitto:

don’t tell me what to do nerd

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every single person on tumblr should reblog this.

every single person on tumblr should reblog this.

(Source: the-personal-quotes)

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  • Teacher: "Can you please tell the class why you're so late?"
  • Me: Someone told me to go to hell
  • Me: Couldn't find it at first
  • Me: But now I'm here

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I don’t particularly wish I was dead.
I more wish I was better so this pain would end without causing pain to my family.
xharrietjones (via xharrietjones)

That’s what everyone wants.

(via scntrx)

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  • Fall Out Boy 2005: I got the sunset in my veins.
  • Fall Out Boy 2009: I shoot the sunshine into my veins. I can't remember the good old days.

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stumpxvx:

dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

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it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 
breeze was knocking my hair all around me
the smell of the beach stuck under 
our noses
i glanced at you and couldn’t help 
but to smile
thats when I knew
i could glance back at you for 
the rest of my life

it was 5:30 pm and you were laughing as the 

breeze was knocking my hair all around me

the smell of the beach stuck under 

our noses

i glanced at you and couldn’t help 

but to smile

thats when I knew

i could glance back at you for 

the rest of my life

(Source: rrhude)

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molly-the-teenage-witch:


I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 
Lonely are the sufferers.

molly-the-teenage-witch:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 

Lonely are the sufferers.

(Source: oomoon)

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Kurt Cobain turned the private hell of a young boy into the scream of a generation.

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foreversearchingforanswers:

toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me. 
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.” 

Oh my. This hit hard.

i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.read this

foreversearchingforanswers:

toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;

I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.

My friend’s parents sent her away.

I found death threats in my locker.

I submitted to electroshock therapy.

I lost half my friends after coming out.

My grandmother sends me hate mail.

My school won’t let me take my date to prom.

I am not here anymore.

My dad tried to beat it out of me.

No one is proud of me.

This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.

The “I am not here anymore.” 

Oh my. This hit hard.

i don’t even care that this isn’t black and white.
read this

(Source: lui19h)

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