rubyetc:

cool facts 1 

rubyetc:

cool facts 1 



Reblog if today is not your birthday.

themockingjayd12:

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Merry Unbirthday, to you all!

Happy Unbirthday dear Tumblr nation

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ticytacs:

ladyinterior:

Paper Art, Maude White

and I didn’t want to cut out bat silhouettes 

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lesbianvenom:

i hate when people complain about how technology is “ruining everything.” i have over 200 pictures of my dog on my phone and i can send them to my friends when they are sad. how is that ruining anything. why do you hate happiness

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magic-disney:

shield-maiden-for-christ:

moistplinth03:

picture-of-sophisticated-grace:

No Sven, we're not going back. She's with her true love.
Best One Yet

I love these transitional gifs

BEST ONE YET

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You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here.

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"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source

"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source

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saskiakeultjes:

I made a crappy star kitty no idea why

saskiakeultjes:

I made a crappy star kitty no idea why


wnderlst:

Provence, France | Galyna Prykhodchenko

wnderlst:

Provence, France | Galyna Prykhodchenko

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they have cut into me and removed my soul

i really shouldn’t google the people who destroyed me. they are living their lives and i am not. they smile and party and live. 

it makes me doubt my mind, did i conjure up all the horrors of my childhood in a twisted dream? what kind of a sick person must i be. i hate myself more deeply than i can explain. 

i have no evidence other than what is trapped in my mind. No one to stand with me, no one to believe me, i think that not even I believe me. 

Why should i? if no one wanted to defend me when they could have saved me, why would they change their minds now? 

To doubt your own memories, your own perceptions of your life, your sanity, is a horrible thing. 

i think a parasite has invaded my body leaving only the shell of a girl. I wish it would swallow me whole.