misplaying:

indie

paradise-e:

If he can’t claim you in public, don’t let him fuck you in private.

Inglourious Basterds (2009) dir.Quentin Tarantino

"I watch people sometimes, wonder how they can walk around with the weight of what they know. Wonder if they feel like me, stumbling with lead shoes on the bottom of the ocean, swimming in a sea of the unsayable. It’s a mistake we make, thinking its words that tells us everything. It’s sound that breaks glasses, cracks windows, sends cats up trees. Bats hear more than humans, understand more noise, let alone dogs. Maybe we’re just not getting it, standing here listening for sensible speech, dying of loneliness and waiting for whatever it is. How do we know we’re not calling and calling all the time, our throats so tight with it, it’s too high to hear?"

A Pitch Too High for Humans; Cate Kennedy

Is this how grad school applications and the past couple months are supposed to weigh on me?

(via darkexceptwhereexposedtolight)

thedarkmatteralchemist:

penis-hilton:

EVERYTIME I SEE THIS POST I’M AFRAID TO SCROLL TO THE END OF IT BECAUSE I ALWAYS THINK BETTY WHITE HAS DIED

Betty White, last of the jedi.

johannsebastianbitch:

You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.

sharpslut:

i wish people had crushes on me 

stoleyogirl:

I don’t care if this isn’t your blog type, if you don’t reblog this I’m judg-

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slaughteroftheweeaboos:

ppl my age have children what the hell i am a children

Last night was riddled with completely unpredictable scenarios but holy shit it was so good!

nunderwater:

kids that mix their play-doh colors are the reason global warming exists

punchself:

temporarily falling in love with strangers is my greatest talent