fallingaroundagain:

lupeylycan:

un-balanc-ed:

thatwrongthing:

this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy

that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel 

this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction

my shirts always fit: a man’s tale

whendoiturnbackintoapumpkin:

Miranda’s invisible elevator doors are opening on your blog. 

bunny-gal:

today a boy on the train had a cigarette with his number on it, he handed it over to me and said “do you want it?”

ihuggedmikeyway:

gusmen:

“i don’t watch tv” proudly says a person who spend 8 hours a day in the internet

watching tv shows online

cuntpls:

EVERYBODY STOP WHAT THE FUCK YOUR DOING FOR 2 FUCKING SECONDS YOUR SEX POSTS CAN HOLD 1 TITTY SECOND.
EVERYBODY THERE IS A FUCKING PANDA ROLLING ON YOUR FUCKING DASH YOU BETTER REBLOG THAT SHIT.
pencel:

napoleon—in—rags:

Bob Dylan’s hands by Barry Feinstein, 1966.
l-yps:

:(