erstwhilegirl:

goofy-bear:

Me: *mentions favorite tv show*

Friend: “I’ve never seen that befo-“

Me: 

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I am immediately reblogging this again because it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

(via confirmance)

"She survived whatever happened;
she forgave; she became."

W.H. Auden, “The Model” (via fragilegifts)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via eatingdisorderconfession)

reblog if your name isn’t Dan Howell

kintrafim:

comeinwiththarain:

immortal-goldfish:

skadiyoko:

pastassassins:

2,121,566 people are not Dan Howell and counting!

We’ll find you Dan Howell

This post is scandalous.

reblogging because Dan Howell cant. 

If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Dan Howell.

I couldn’t not reblog…

(Source: whiskey-and-cowgirl-boots, via ameliastardust)

ofborrowedlight:

you need to unmute this, this is the best break down ever

(Source: vine.co, via bang)

only1600kids:

“what do you want to be when you’re older”
“that guy, that’s who I want to be”

(via ameliastardust)

Reblog if you think having depression and anxiety is valid.

effyeah-markiplier:

I have a point to prove.

For everyone that reblogs this, your URL will be written in a notebook and given to my psychology teacher, who believes that depression is a choice.

You have until June 1, 2016.

(via )

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

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