pudingu:

It took me 18 years to realise Saturday has turd in it

(Source: naotarou)

The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.
Tucker Max, Assholes Finish First (via larmoyante)
I’m sick of being someone’s option. For once in my life I want to feel that I’m the only one that matters.

(Source: hisworkofart)

More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
Paula McLain, The Paris Wife  (via bruisinq)

(Source: blogut)

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)

(Source: avraham-chai)

suspend:

i dont need a date i need cash


oknope:

omfg this is cool 

(Source: motherbeepingmeow)