Sierra; waiting on that day where I can play by my own rules.

radicaljocy:

Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.

(via twinkkqueen)

squidwurd:

main goals when going to a friends house:
-pet dog
-avoid parent
-don’t clog toilet

(via calins)

artascatharsis:

Story of my life

artascatharsis:

Story of my life

queen-of-the-sunn:

If I was a female peacock those feathers would definitely stir me up real nice

(Source: hollywoodmafia, via thwarteddreams)

queen-of-the-sunn:

If I was a female peacock those feathers would definitely stir me up real nice

i-am-in-your-fandom:

tvgropes:

the english language may be difficult to learn but at least we dont insist on assigning genders to inanimate objects

AMEN

(Source: todoyurika, via bluebellsandroses)

explodingcolor:

that one line from mean girls no one seems to remember or quote extensively

(Source: be-a-riot-grrrl, via thefucked-upkids)

explodingcolor:

that one line from mean girls no one seems to remember or quote extensively

diewhitegirls:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE EVER

(Source: backpacksandbros, via penishole)

diewhitegirls:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE EVER

blogust:

i’m not changing my password. if my blog gets taken it gets taken and i can finally be free of this hell

(via lmao-i-is-alice-yaknow)

As humans, we waste the shit out of our words. It’s sad. We use words like “awesome” and “wonderful” like they’re candy. It was awesome? Really? It inspired awe? It was wonderful? Are you serious? It was full of wonder? You use the word “amazing” to describe a goddamn sandwich at Wendy’s. What’s going to happen on your wedding day, or when your first child is born? How will you describe it? You already wasted “amazing” on a fucking sandwich.

brighteryellow:

A thought:

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

(via embodyneptune)

Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.