1. vanillish:

    vanillish:

    i need the power to make any boy fall in love with me

    oh wait i already do

  2. "Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart."
    Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)
  3. We’ve all been there.

  4. liquatic:

    Me to the person cutting my hair

    image

  5. notcuddles:

    bluedogeyes:

    It seems that being attacked by a group of small animals was a real issue back in the day.

    The pangolin one is the best by far.  I’m pretty sure pangolins don’t even have teeth.

  6. shavingryansprivates:

    majortvjunkie:

    this turkey represents my responsibilities catching up to me

    *jurassic park theme song starts playing*

  7. tyleroakley:

    Jesus came back on the third day for this.

    I’m going to reblog this every easter.

  8. I’m in the last big push before exams are done. The problem with late exams is that you care less and less as each week after class goes by. It doesn’t help that I’ve been super busy and preoccupued with other life stuff too.

    My birthday is tomorrow and my mom is coming in to spend some time with me. It’s super sweet and all she wants to do is take me to dinner and buy me some new clothes but the timing could not be worse. My final exam is Tuesday morning and all I want to do tomorrow is study. My birthday is the last thing on my mind and I feel super guilty that seeing my mom feels like a burden.

    Anyways, back to studying some Freudian bullshit about relationships. Kill me now.

  9. sh1re:

    happy easter

  10. iloveoldmagazines:

Boys’ Life
1960 Vol. 50, No. 6

    iloveoldmagazines:

    Boys’ Life

    1960 Vol. 50, No. 6

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