thoughts of a stereotypical teenaged girl with a myopic conscience
and an insatiable appetite for angsty poetry.
D O N O T P E T T H E H O R S
P O N E
(Source: horsesthatmakeus, via voiceofthemockingjay)
it is definitively and undeniably pronounced “jif” and if you say it “gif” that’s nice and i respect your decision but you’re wrong
(via voiceofthemockingjay)
With the lights off
I was *literally* just contemplating this earlier today, at a friend’s open house, while watching ‘Blink’.
“They’re the loneliest race in the world.” “Um. So how do they reproduce?”
(Source: road2perdition, via wizards-and-timelords)
;_;
(Source: dirklaughingalonewithjakesboner, via the-stars-begin-to-fall)
Open the pod bay doors, Hal.
seriously who does that
a banjo uke
wat
Of course this exists.
That Wasn’t Me // Brandi Carlile
Can’t wait for her new album.
This is what’s right with the world. This is what it sounds like when music means something.
(Source: Spotify)
Whenever Abed smiles, there’s this joy in my stomach that swells up and makes me want to throw myself off of a cliff, crying tears of joy as I fall.
(Source: ladyeverlark)