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Jul 20, 2014

jennatalherpes:

dont date a girl who runs a pale blog, she’ll wake you up with coffee and nice kisses; date a girl who runs a humor blog, she’ll wake u up by pouring water on u and steal ur clothes after u shower

(Source: spork, via trust)

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Jul 01, 2014

IMPORTANT! DreamWorks layed off 50 employees because HTTYD2 has underperformed. Please please please everyone go see it! DreamWorks is freakin amazing and it hurts to see this happen. STOP PIRATING AND GO SEE HTTYD2 IN THEATRES INSTEAD. SUPPORT THIS BEAUTIFUL COMPANY WITH TALENTED EMPLOYEES WHO BROUGHT YOU MOVIES THAT HAVE TOUCHED YOUR HEART AND WILL STAY WITH YOU FOREVER. PLEASE.

livinginberk:

#tagging Disney and Pixar because I don’t care anymore, everyone needs to see this movie now

And its not like HTTYD2 sucks, it is seriously an amazing movie that has been beautifully animated. Fine if you do not believe me, take a look at this:image

Reblog if you care…

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Jul 01, 2014

Out of Bounds

Mysterious? Ha. More like ugly.

That’s what I had always been hearing when people try to describe me—especially the ones I’m not particularly in friendly terms with. It’s like I’m someone waiting for the right time to come out of my shell, like a beautiful face beneath the veil.

Well, most of the time, the creatures that hide inside shells are the creepy crawling creatures you would rather like better staying inside. Some things are so bad, they are better off being covered not just with a thin veil, but must be hidden in an attic instead.

That’s what always happens when I try to step out of my comfort zone.

I always tend to give people the first impression of me being someone not to be messed with, someone untouchable in a good way. I am someone they are afraid to hurt because they thought I looked too fragile and innocent and good to be done with something bad.

Then they get to know me more. Turns out, I’m not that respectable person they thought I was. As I open myself to them more and more into them, I step further out the comfortable distance I set myself away from people. The boundaries I’ve set gets trampled all over. What used to be off limits are now all theirs to defile.

Restraining the violent bullying human nature they had in them since they first met me, it’s actually extra euphoric for them to try to hurt someone who they thought they couldn’t and they wouldn’t try to hurt. Now that they know the greener and the less green sides of my personality, they know what bothers me more and what doesn’t, and most of the time, the knowledge doesn’t stop them from doing whatever they want to do to me. Now that I’m out of my shell, I’m easily destructible. Now that I’m all open towards them, they make themselves free to touch all the untouchy parts.  All against my will. And no matter how much I ask them to stop, they just don’t.

Why does this have to happen to people I love and trust? Now because of those sentiments I have for them, I can’t do anything but just bide and hope that this anger building up inside me might dissipate into nothing.

Fuck  it all.

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Jun 28, 2014

ohmygoodgoodness:

pansexualityisperfect:

All people should have their cake and the ability to eat it too. 

And yes, I edited the title to include all sexualities. :)

A civil muffin

(via brianaa-nicolee)

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Jun 28, 2014

“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.”

- Pete Wentz   (via balphesian)

(Source: hopelesslyhealing, via sluttiest-virgin)

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Jun 28, 2014

sir-hathaway:

penis-hilton:

i watched this about 47 times

These two are going places.

(Source: jeans-left-buttock, via brianaa-nicolee)

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Jun 28, 2014

The saddest things in the world:

-people forgotten on their birthdays
-old people eating alone
-animals left behind by their humans

(Source: hicstreme, via brianaa-nicolee)

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Jun 28, 2014

Sometimes, life goes the other way around

He is ruining my friend’s life.

What the hell had she seen on him to date him? Again… after “breaking up” for the nth time. Then getting back together after just a tiny effortless display of regret from that dickheaded bastard. Haven’t she learned enough? That guy would never change. He will just always hurt her.

Can’t she fucking see that she was just being used by him? That he just comes back to her only when he has no other girls to fuck. That she is the lone person who’s stupid enough to be easily fooled by his words. He doesn’t even exert noticeable effort to match his promises. Well, not noticeable except for her, though, because this shit always gets her everytime.

I wanted my friend to get back on her life after this disaster called Her Boyfriend. I wanted her to be the happy girl I knew she was. I wanted her to break up with him for good.

But… but… but…

(It’s just kinda awkward and narcissistic to bend this back to me, but this is my blog anyway.)

Somehow in the back of my mind, unwelcomed thoughts are coming in.

Somehow I tend to ask myself, what if my ex’s friends actually saw me the way I see my friend’s boyfriend now? What if in their opinion, I was the dickheaded bastard who would always hurt their dearly beloved friend and would never change? What if they thought I was sexually addict and that I was just using him when I had no other guys to fuck, and that it was obvious to them that I was just fooling him around? What if I was the disaster in their friend’s life called Me?

After all, I haven’t heard his side, the same way my ex’s friends have never heard mine. The way my ex had retold his side of our story may or may not have been the same one-sided way my friend had retold us her story.

I don’t know what to do. All I tell her are probably the same stupid advices my ex’s friends might have given him. If that’s where you’ll be happy, then be it. Stuff like that… She is so hardheaded anyway, that I know she’ll never listen to whatever I would tell her.

No matter how much I hate him for being a dick, I can’t get off my mind that he might probably be just going through what I had been with my ex.

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Jun 22, 2014

You.

You are the only one who knows me both personally and in this blog. (If you exempt my ex-boyfriend, who I’m sure won’t read this anymore, and my bestfriend who isn’t on Tumblr anyway)

I denied this to you when you asked me about this. I thought back then that you were such a stalker like, how the hell did you track this ultra-deep secret blog I keep? You insisted that, no, it can’t be coincidence that the same events seem to happen to me and the mystery person in this blog you saw, which was me, you pointed out. But I denied it. I was too embarrassed to let you read all of these shit that I write. And though it’s kind of hypocritical that I let total strangers read it, at least they didn’t know it was me. Unlike you.

I’m sorry that I lied—badly, I hope so, that you didn’t believe it. I hope you’re still following my blog even though you said you didn’t have a Tumblr account. It’s just kind of awkward bringing this up to you again this time when we haven’t talked with each other for quite a while already. But if you were sincere when you said back then that you wanted to help me, that you really believed that this blogger was me and you wanted to talk to me about all the problems I had soliloquized about, please… talk to me again.

I just hope it isn’t too late for me to realize that I needed a person like you.

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