i dont want to look “pretty” i want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening

The person you love is not the same as they were when you first started loving them and they are not the same as they will be when you die. Love must be adaptive. Love must be smart enough and strong enough to survive constant change. Love must not be rigid.

*breaks my own heart from thinking too much*

it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie

its not a sunday unless you completely waste it and then feel really sad around 8pm

hope this isnt too nsfw for you guys but id really like to hold a hand

an actual video of me in any math class ever.

I have a feeling this will become iconic in due time.  

I’ve watched this for like a dozen loops and I still crack up every time

[Singing] T-Birds: Well-a, well-a, well-a– Tell me more, tell me more, did'ya get very far? Pink Ladies: Tell me more, tell me more– Jules (in time, astonishingly): Does he look like a bitch?

Protect him at all costs.

do you ever just listen to sad music to let it hurt or is that just me