laugh A lot
Girls are like apples…the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree…
Pete Wentz (via observando)

Then the guy who climbs up usually isn’t the greatest looking or the most athletic and ends up falling when the apple doesn’t wanna come with him… that’s when he realized watermelon tastes better than apples anyways and they grow on the ground.

blloooooo:

omfg i did not fucking expect that

Lmao greatest ending ever

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chevchester:

whimmy-bam:

lordwatermelon:

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agnesaur:

the-mysterious-sugar-bowl:

kiibutt:

fairgroundsoldier:

what kind of movie does this to you at the beginning

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we are the generation that grew up on angst and pain that’s why we’re all insane

I have never seen a comment on a post that is as true as this one.

Or all makes sense now

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via hopelesslyhealing)
funnyordie:

 Good Advice

funnyordie:

 Good Advice

mybestfriendisabutcher:

shotgun ALWAYS controls the radio. This is wrong.

That’s only in my car I think

mybestfriendisabutcher:

shotgun ALWAYS controls the radio. This is wrong.

That’s only in my car I think

funnyordie:

It’s important to know your limits.

funnyordie:

It’s important to know your limits.

patshit:

let’s get this straight 

it is not romantic to persistently pursue someone after they have refused you

But they do it in all thw cheesy romantci comedies that girls makes us watch

there are nice americans

there are rude americans

there are nice brits

there are rude brits

there are nice canadians

there’s justin bieber