Wonderland. :)

hello jelloooo ;)

41st:

i feel bad for 5’11 boys like u were so close. u almost made it.

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notchicken:

*releases 420 cows into a field* hahahaha graze it

(via crystallized-teardrops)

“One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’”

—   Unknown, Humans of New York (via textposter)

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awwww-cute:

My girlfriend’s rat dog doesn’t let me poop in peace

awwww-cute:

My girlfriend’s rat dog doesn’t let me poop in peace

(via highschoolhottie)

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

(via so-personal)

jailbaitlol:

aiclan:

he died a hero’s death

qqq

jailbaitlol:

aiclan:

he died a hero’s death

qqq

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idcau:

if you stare at me in public my self esteem will drop 100%

(via takemeback-)

sschol:

this is from spy kids

(Source: nasturbate, via p4radoxes)

thechildofstyle:

find someone
who knows
you’re sad
just by the change
of tone in your
voice

be with someone
who loves the
feature that
you hate the most

fall in love with
someone who
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else

R’J

(via unattractivesouls)

“One shot of vodka and I can still hear your voice in my head, feel your finger tips running across my skin. I can still feel your eyes wandering over my body.
Two shots of vodka and I still think of you. I smell your cologne everywhere. I can still feel the heat of your breath on my neck.
Three shots of vodka and I sway when I walk. I’m giggling like crazy and my speech is slow like honey but I’m still thinking of you.
Four shots of vodka and you’re just a distant memory. There’s a guy at the end of the bar that looks nothing like you and that’s exactly what I need.
Five shots of vodka and we’re dancing. I haven’t thought of you once and this guy invites me home.
Six shots of vodka and we’re in his bed.
Seven shots of vodka and I’m stumbling out his house with a cigarette between my teeth and I can’t stop my fingers from dialing your number.
I’m seven shots in and you still consume my thoughts, even when I can’t remember where I live or where I am you’re like a road flare in an empty street. I can’t stop thinking of you.
I’m home now.
Eight shots in and I can finally stumble into the bedroom without feeling as if my soul is being crushed because you’re no longer there.
Nine shots, nine shots and I can finally sleep.”

—   Nine shots (via ohyeahtotes)

(Source: ohyeahtotes, via unattractivesouls)

*friend sees me drunk and leaning on the wall*

friend:

you good?

*i look up slowly*

me:

are YOU GOOD?! shit im just chillin

iwillbeatbpd:

Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know. 

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