sammy-got-pimped-for-pie:

In honor of back-to-school.

  •  accidentally thinks about something awkward i did three years ago
  • me: nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono

This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.

by Anonymous (via bonus)
There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.

Out and about in New York City, New York. 

Writing ‘Red’, I was 21 and 22 and back then I think my priorities were different. My priorities were, I was very enamored by romance and the idea of that. At 24, at this point, I’m just really like, I just want to be with my friends, and I wanna make music, and I wanna play shows, and I wanna travel the world, and I want to define my life on my own terms. That’s my list of priorities now which is different than it was a couple years ago.

principatus:

fuck boys but also fuck boys u feel me

Haters gonna hate

of1989:

who’s cheer captain now bitch

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I’ve got the scars from tomorrow
And I wish you could see
That you’re the antidote to everything except for me…

popularboyfriend:

why is it that when you finally insist on doing something such as cleaning the house, your parents get mad at you for “doing it wrong” or something like damn at least im doing it without you telling me to you ungrateful shit

You’ve been getting down and out about the liars and dirty, dirty cheats in the world

LLMNS