so when are we gonna stop pretending beer tastes good


fitting room selfies r the future cos u get to wear a bomb outfit and no one aint know if u rly even buy that shit or not its ur own fashion show free of cost 

"I want to feel my life while I’m in it."


the death of Tara Knowles is my super villain origin


does it ever just hit you out of nowhere that tara knowles is dead

and you have to just sit there for a moment to wrap your head around the fact that in the end

it meant absolutely nothing

Me and Drakes first date
  1. Drake: And that's when I said first of all Barack, I'm mixed, but enough about me. I wanna know about you. *boops my nose*
  2. Me: Well, I do not like the beach because I do not like sand or crustaceans but I do personally feel very connected to the ocean. I actually feel as if I may be mixed with mermaid.
  3. Drake: That's so interesting. You are such a well rounded individual. Please, tell me more about you.
  4. Me: I am very afraid of the dark.
  5. Drake: A few years back I read a passage that said something like "You're not afraid of the dark, you're afraid of what is inside of the dark." I just thought that was so beautiful.
  6. Me: ... Are you getting smart with me?
  7. Drake: Not at all I ju-
  8. Me: *loudly* Please do not come for me Mr. Graham I know what the hale I'm scared of!
  9. Drake: ... that was extremely arousing and I'd like to take you home if that's okay with you.
  10. Me: You pickin up the tab?
  11. Drake: *nods*
  12. Me: *puts the basket of rolls in my bag* Get the check.

So, I’d just like to say I am happy to be here with my family. My super weird family with two black dads, and two Latina daughters, and two white sons, and… Gina. And I don’t know what you (Scully) are. Some strange giant baby? To the Nine Nine!


i like boys in theory and then one gets too close to me adn im like nah


"From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’ ‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones there lie.

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.”

-Legolas Death Song to Boromir