foxnewsofficial:

sometimes i’ll have loads of money and then other times i’ll be awake


snorlaxatives:

evilfgt:

snorlaxatives:

i need a chipotle burrito down my throat asap

*dick

why would i want a chipotle burrito down my dick how would that even work


queentacotruck:

I find it funny how people refuse to acknowledge mental illness until they need an excuse to protect a white man


chocolatfrog:

The reason a fetus has more rights than a woman in America is because a fetus still has a chance of being a man. 


alamatomb:

Did you know that you can drink lava? But only once


marthemacabre:

heithel:

fannibleh:

uobyugit:

not my family bitch

why am i crying

“Stay away of my territory”

THERE’S THE BANANA GUY

marthemacabre:

heithel:

fannibleh:

uobyugit:

not my family bitch

why am i crying

“Stay away of my territory”

THERE’S THE BANANA GUY



Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
— Sigmund Freud (via avvfvl)

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s “The Gift From The Sea” (via avvfvl)