Hi.

captioned-vines:
whoa-bruh:
I just died
1: “Oooh! I like your accent! Where are you from?”
2: [accented] “I’m Liberian.”
1: “My bad!” [whispering] “I like your accent. Where are you from?”
This kid is fucking hilarious!

(via trust)

hotboyproblems:

i took the stairs instead of the escalator why am i still fat

(via confirmance)

justedrecoverythings:

hannahapples:
My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.
Example:
Trump: “Your thighs are fat.”
Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”
I think we’re onto something here.
this is probably the best coping skill I’ve ever seen and I am ten billion percent going to use it too

(via hotboyproblems)

mentallyillfuck:

Am I cute? No. But do I have a nice personality? Also no

(via hotboyproblems)

“in a room full of art I’d still stare at you”

— (via quotes117)

(via timid)

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”

“You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees”

“I tend to be most interested in the kinds of people who do not sweeten or dilute themselves for the sake of people tastes. Who never soften the blow of who they are. Like my coffee, I prefer the people I connect with to be full-strength and searing hot. And able to rouse my weary, idle heart.”

“in a room full of art I’d still stare at you”

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.”