July 31  ♥  165 notes




July 31

Sometimes it’s really hard to keep it together. And I’m losing my shit these days because my birthday is coming up next week. There are no words for just how much I hate my birthday. It’s like… yes, you’re a year older, time is running out and you still haven’t achieved a single fucking thing in life. And then I let other people’s mood get to me and then I worry and worry even if there isn’t a thing I can do about it. So then it all piles up and I’m crying in the middle of my room for no apparent reason. Weak. I really am weak. Eh.



17sailors:

Petit Cake by I.E. on Flickr.

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aureat:

I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go 



“I have so much of you in my heart.” — John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated July 8th, 1819 (via feellng)



like-vanilla:

slightly-bovverd:

thedapper-dyke:

If by ‘fuck the police’ you mean fuck the corrupt, prejudiced, racist system then yes, fuck the police, but if you mean fuck the police for stopping you from smoking weed and getting away with illegal behaviour then no, fuck you.

But what if I mean “I wish to have intercourse with that man in uniform”

then fuck the police



coffee-is-better-than-a-hug:

Untitled | via Tumblr on We Heart It.

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iwaslostsoi:

you gave my emptiness away





slydig:

one of your favorite celebrities could be masturbating right now