My thoughts are illogical and life is bittersweet.
British teen who is desperately digging her way out of sadness.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
you can only reblog this today
it’s november 1st merry christmas everyone
I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies
Eric Shaw (via perrfectly)
i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance i’ll cry
So I was just remembering this girl I met about four years ago. I don’t remember her name or face. She was a customer and I was the cashier. While I was ringing up her purchases I noticed half a tattoo under her shirt sleeve. I asked her what it was. She lifted the shirt sleeve up and it was a gorgeous tattoo of an angel.
I said “wow, that’s beautiful.”
To which she replied “Oh um thank you. It’s uh…supposed to be lucifer.” She suddenly got very defensive and said “I’m not a satanist or anything.” She wasn’t badmouthing, she just was worried I’d judge her for it but continued. “He was gods brightest and most beautiful angel-” she said more but I can’t remember all of it.
I said “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s a beautiful tattoo. I really like it.”
Her face got a little red and we both smiled.
I don’t know why that memory stands out to me but I just felt like sharing it.
Is fat really the worst thing a human being can be? Is fat worse than vindictive, jealous, shallow, vain, boring, evil, or cruel? Not to me.
J. K. Rowling (via bl-ossomed)
The difference between cat people and dog people, as explained by Tumblr.
When was the last time you were called beautiful and felt it?
(via painfully-sadd)
we’re up all night to get l
axatives for this horrible diarrheaif you’re about to take laxatives for diarrhea then I’ve got some urgent news for you comrade
Medieval Gold Ring with Clasped Hands and Sapphire, 14th Century AD
(Source: timelineauctions.com)
Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.
I’m on a new diet called don’t fucking look at me