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1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 24,660 notes
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Steve + shields

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chezphoto:

this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june

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baitnswitchblade:

chainsandshipsexciteme:

sexting-derek-hale:

mynerdinessoverwhelmsme:

sexting-derek-hale:

Wait do American people not call their friends mate?? Is this a thing???

Yup. I’m sure some do but mostly people just say friend. Which is boring but whatever.

Wait so you go up to your friends and be like “Hello friend.”

we use names

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 50,737 notes

zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

What kind of hat did the taco make the burrito?

A beanie

Why?

it was a little chili outside

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 1,612 notes

meag-an:

thoselonelyeyes:

think about what your dog would say to you if he knew how much you hated yourself

this just changed my life

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 84,877 notes
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Artist: Panic! At the Disco
Played: 10,962 times.
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i’m jealous of people who have cute laughs and fast metabolisms and nice teeth and good hair and can just make any outfit look good and  get along with everyone and are great at sports and do well in school bc none of that is me

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 560,899 notes
The invisible girl. That was my name.
Stevie Nicks (I Miss You)
1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 91 notes
laugh-addict:

 



omg I went to the supermarket and bought this today. 
NOW I CAN HAVE MY FAVOURITE HEROES ALL OVER MY BODY 

WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE

Strawberries and FREEDOM. 

laugh-addict:

 

omg I went to the supermarket and bought this today. 

NOW I CAN HAVE MY FAVOURITE HEROES ALL OVER MY BODY 

WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE

Strawberries and FREEDOM

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 37,134 notes

yourfriendlyneighbourhoodladyl:

lost-moonlight:

hecallsmehischild:

xxchibiworksxx:

mikkithegazette:

skinnyforskinnys:

How gorgeous is this.

Wow.

I’ve been waiting to see this again.

Its back on my dash

wow…

Amen

Blissfully ignorant is the way we live out each day.

1 hour ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 752,778 notes

[TW: rape]

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via sulkiness)

4 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 58,815 notes