oskrpnk:

Sheri Moon in The house of 1000 Corpses

(Source: arvidabystrom)

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bonerdonor:

90sdad:

vanessa by grimes

oo new version

(Source: clitlikebubblegum)

pink-haired-girls: omg omg who is she? a m a z i n g!

pink-haired-girls:

omg omg who is she?

a m a z i n g!

heartsarebadgifts: pinktacolovers: Ellen and Portia celebrating their anniversaries. All I want in life is this.

heartsarebadgifts:

pinktacolovers:

Ellen and Portia celebrating their anniversaries.

All I want in life is this.

(Source: ellenology)

(Source: lolitasheartshapedglasses)

“

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via abst3rz)

(Source: cac0ethes)

(Source: noonecares-nobodyknows)

positivehardcore: nickmoorexvx: Every hot girl in Allston is out tonight. But that’s irrelevant. Because it’s raid night. Sorry ladies.  *-* so perfect.

positivehardcore:

nickmoorexvx:

Every hot girl in Allston is out tonight. But that’s irrelevant. Because it’s raid night. Sorry ladies. 

*-* so perfect.

(Source: kerikrew)

(Source: -killerqueen)

if you love me hardcore then don’t walk away =[

if you love me hardcore then don’t walk away =[

intufruition: love

intufruition:

love

dielila: “A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me. It isn’t very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That’s OK. It was your home. It’s where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it.”

dielila:

“A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me. It isn’t very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That’s OK. It was your home. It’s where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it.”