The number of inches you leave my door open is the number of inches the depth of my knife will be in your chest
Reblog this and your URL will be put in a bottle with the Tumblr logo on it, along with everyone else’s.
Said bottle will be randomly distributed to who knows where. I got dozens of these tiny bottles so I could do tens of thousands of URLs.
i hate pants that make it look like i have a boner when i sit but then i remember im a girl but i still worry that somebody will think i have a boner
If you are reading this, you have survived your entire life up until this point.
You have survived traumas, heartbreak, devastation, the elements, different phases of life. And here you are.
You go, motherfucker. You’re awesome.
imagine seeing a photo of yourself that you’ve never seen before used as a reaction pic
trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on
Woman takes a photo of herself every day for a year, chronicling the affects of an abusive relationship.
why did i watch this video before going out!? i’m sobbing now!