parents:wow you look gorgeous you are so beautiful
family:surely you have 14 boyfriends and boys falling at your feet
friends:omg you are soooo pretty
boys:i've never really seen this species of animal before

(Source: r-a-p-i-n-g-m-e)

guys:why do girls care about their weight so much, it's so annoying
guys:ew, fat chicks
guys:ew, skinny chicks
guys:ew
lostinthehummingair:


Film : Synechdoche, New York | Directed By : Charlie Kaufman
Minister : “Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own.

Well, fuck everybody. Amen. ”

lostinthehummingair:

Film : Synechdoche, New York | Directed By : Charlie Kaufman

Minister : Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own.

Well, fuck everybody. Amen. ”
me all the time:what am i even doing

(Source: s-old)

alexaferggg:

I just want to be in Vancouver where I can clear my head because I need to rejuvenate my soul and feel nice about myself again.

when people say “this doesnt fit on my blog but im reblogging it anyway because i have a heart”

you saint

thank you so much for coming down from your heavenly throne and walking amongst us commoners

thecupisaportkey:

#yoko

you only break the beatles up once