1. syncopatedid:

    bloggingfrominsidethetardis:

    modern Hogwarts headcanon

    muggleborn sixth years jumping from moving staircase to moving staircase shouting “PARKOUR”

    (via thatguywhosecretlylikesmermaids)

     

  2. bewbin:

    bewbin:

    Now that I’m an adult I have to make more serious posts

    Briefcase

    (via im-your-minx)

     
  3. leftmyarminmycoat:

    dictatorofbutts:

    I was at the zoo the other day and there was this fucking goose trying to act likE A FUCKING FLAMINGO

    this made my day its so adorable

    (Source: derekswinslow, via ramblin-riveter)

     

  4. heartbreaks:

    *lies in the sun for 5 mins*

    wheres my tan

    (via moistbottom)

     

    1. WiFi: connected
    2. Me: then fucking act like it
     
  5. Mount Rainier National Park, Kevin Russ

    (Source: nectarinejam, via nothingtodobutscream)

     

  6. ladystilts:

    someobscurelyric:

    "Get the feeling that you’re never
    All alone and I remember now
    At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
    She dies”

    Forever

    (via turmoilsofthesea)

     
  7. sosuperawesome:

    Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy

    (via paperdemons)

     

  8. "

    Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it “Chops”
    because that was the name of his dog
    And that’s what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    And a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all the kids to the zoo
    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    valentine signed with a row of X’s
    and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it

    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it “Autumn”
    because that was the name of the season
    And that’s what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of its new paint
    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed
    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    his mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his father got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.

    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that’s what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A
    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle’s Creed went
    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her
    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly

    That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem
    And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
    Because that’s what it was really all about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn’t think
    he could reach the kitchen.

    "
    — The perks of being a wallflower (via smokemysoul)

    (via 21st-century-blogger)

     

  9. softbipolarity:

    podcast idea: Erotic Book Reports where we read self-published erotic novels and give a 7th grade style book report about them