the stars

In 2019 we become normies, no more kin this kin that, you’re all watching riverdale and supernatural

just undiagnosed myself with stupid. i know everything now.

whats the powerhouse of the cell

hongry. sleepy. feral.

the sequel to eat, pray, love

outfit idea: a tshirt that says “I CAN’T BE KILLED” across the chest paired with booty shorts that read “GOD WON’T LET ME DIE” across the ass

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_and_mark_of_Cain

me, an aristocratic lady in the 18th century, when all my hair falls out at the ripe old age of 21 because i color my skin chalk white with toxic lead paint every day: okay wig

if ur a guy in middle earth you either construct intricate rituals, get pegged or die like those are the only options

Netflix and avoid people

“r u taken?” yea taken for granted smh

If Venom came out 10 years ago my chemical romance would’ve been on the soundtrack send tweet

Soulmates are not your ~other half~, that’s just nonsense. You are a whole person already, not half a person. A soulmate isn’t even inherently romantic. A soulmate is just the other sock in a matched set. You’re still a whole, complete sock on your own, you are perfectly functional paired with any other sock, it’s just that it’s even better when you match. A soulmate is literally just the person who makes your soul go “!!! Same hat!!!” and wave excitedly.

i love this

this is literally the only interpretation of “soulmate” that I can tolerate or accept 

Did Jordin Sparks ever figure out how to breathe with no air

when was the last time u heard anything about jordin sparks. i rest my case

every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up