• leviathanrose:

    like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit

    (via maseixa)

  • pizza-junge:

    money-pulation:

    seitanickush:

    gqa1:

    Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

    ​this worked last night lets go for round two

    pizza-junge
    wo ist meine? :-(

    hab immerhin ein glücksschwein

    (via pizza-junge-deactivated20210808)

  • silenthill:

    i got 99 problems and money could solve at least 73 of them

    (via babyplsdontgox)

  • runsleepygirl:

    closer-each-day:

    Sometimes I drink too much vodka or eat 3 servings of macaroni and cheese in one sitting, but by far the most unhealthy habit I have is comparing myself to others.

    This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read on tumblr

    (via blauegauloises)

  • "No, we didn’t date. Technically he wasn’t an ex-boyfriend. But he was an ex-something, an ex-maybe. An ex-almost."
  • notakoolkidd:

    that moment when you see something that lowkey kills you inside but you have to act cool about it 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

    (via abgefunden)

  • whatsapp-status:

    Wer weiß, was aus uns geworden wäre, wenn aus uns was geworden wäre

  • abgefunden:

    I am not needed and that scares me

    (via abgefunden)

  • hanablrlecter:

    Stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.

    (via heart-explosions)

  • Richard Brautigan   (via ladangereux)

    (Source: beautyisanillusion, via fotzenkinder)

  • "The thought of her hands
    touching his hair
    makes me want to vomit."
  • oknope:

    do boys screenshot messages and send it to their friends or is that just a girl thing??

    (via intriganz)

  • dreamingsouls:

    cry at home, be a bad bitch at school

    (via irritierung)

  • hugstyles:

    why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for me.

    (via angst-essen)