Align.

tumblr is my scrapbook, i find something pretty i want to look at later and i glue it to a page . like yesssss you are my little memory forever to look at lovingly

bro just add some green onion to that rice dish you’ll be ok. bro? you don’t have any green onion? oh don’t worry bro I saved the butts of my green onions and left them in a cup of water in my sunny kitchen window for a week, and now they are tall and luscious again because growth in inevitable. Here, you can have them bro. I love you.

pretty fucked up that cold drinks get hot while hot drinks get cold.. bitch stay at the temperature i put u at

Just be my homie, we can fall in love later

What are you trying to say

life has made me so quiet. i just wanna listen. no more talking, no more explaining, no more begging. silence.

Night owl 🦉 🌙✨

Emily Carroll

I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.

hey so Emily Carroll is my absolute favorite horror artist and her stories are some of the greatest things i’ve ever had the ghastly pleasure to read. many of her comics are free online, such as the classic His Face All Red

[ID: a cross-stitch of a burning molotov cocktail and the words "Be the light you want to see in the world" /End ID]

for jason mendoza’s pinterest board