killa killa  —       


don’t you =w= me



when you refuse to look at your bank account balances and pretend like everything is ok

Other people are not medicine.
Amy Poehler (via filthe)


I’ve been single for a while now, and I have to say it’s going really well. Like, it’s working out. I think I’m the one.





This anime Mona Lisa is in my library help.

Moe Lisa

by the great artist Leonardo Doujinshi



Don’t tread on me, Andrew McGibbon


Lazy Saturday morning by Pamela Greer

Kafka (or was it Rilke) said that poetry was the axe that breaks the frozen river of the soul, but we walk on the ice as we go through our day, thin ice more often than not, and no one no one no one wants to see the rushing icy river of your soul when you’re standing in line at the bank.

How are you? Fine, and you? It’s not that we don’t care, it’s that we’re terrified that someone will actually break down and tell us. Everyone I know is in some kind of pain. Everyone. How do you like them apples? And so, another reason to lie, because we’ve all agreed not to tell the truth to each other, not about that. Someone put their hand in my heart and they didn’t take it back out. If I died tonight, no one would notice for weeks. My father is a sadist and I am my father’s son. I learned it well. Do I have the stomach for it? Do you really want to know?
Richard Siken, “Weakness, Truth, Swearing, Precision, More Lies, and the Social Contract.” (via autobibliography)

baekhyun will never leave chanyeol’s ears alone (≧ロ≦)