They did a segment on Lindsay Lohan wearing a two-piece at the beach. “Exposing lots of skin doesn’t seem to bother Lindsay one bit.”
I want Miley Cyrus's body.
It’s perfect. LOOK AT THEM TITTIES.<3
This is how I'm spending my Friday night.
Watching Phineas and Ferb + Tumblin’ with my nigga’ Squooshy.
catondelrosario: AJ Rafael - When We Say (feat....
Relationships aren't for me.
wthellmichelle: I feel like I’m the last person someone would want to be in a relationship with. I’m so messy when it comes to dealing with my emotions, and I often leave people second guessing about how I actually feel. I get attached too fast, too easily, and I always fuck things up when they’re perfectly fine. On somedays, it’s hard for me to handle myself. Let alone having to worry about...
I have 143 followers. ^_^
So cute. Haha.
Time goes by slower now.
I can’t put a label on what I’m exactly feeling. It’s a flux of negative emotions that I can’t quite seem to escape. Not when I’m alone, anyway. I never…expected you to fix my problems for me. I just wanted you to be there to face them with me. Memories of what we once were continue to travel at a progressively faster velocity in my hopeless mind. It never...
Titanic was filmed in a plastic pool
justshutup-bro: MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE
ackhun: We Found Love (Piano & Acoustic...
Reblog if you're single as fuck.
Delving into the Realm of "Once-Were's." (Excerpt;...
wolvesandclaws: I used to not think much about reminiscing just as I had not thought too much about spending time here, wondering about how this place might have been once before — at least there were more lively conversations and jousting efforts to stay alive. Nowadays, everyone wants themselves dead, they want themselves to be somewhere else instead of here, they want to be in a place where...
fuckyeahslowjams: patrickaf: Kendrick Lamar...
Those "I bet you can't last a day without talking...
I always lost.
Remember on my Tumblr profile, it used to say...
I changed it to a gross understatement of “taken” because I was insecure as fuck. I cared too much about what my friends thought of me. I let my doubts, fears, and stupidity consume me and let it make me who I was at the time. I realize how retarded I fuckin’ was when you were still mine. I just wish you’d give me the time of the day to spill my heart out to you.
I’m not gonna delete my account, but I’m not gonna be getting on here anymore. It’s honestly a waste of my time. And a lot of the things I write on here mess up a lot of things in my personal life. Because I’m stupid. I needed to stop getting on here within the next few weeks anyway. Bye, Jeanelle.
Love is about progress, not perfection.– MURS (via yourcerebellum)