girllookitthatbody-ahh:

I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.

“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”

Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.

(via crystallized-teardrops)

dobraeva:

*puts my ipod on shuffle and skips every song until i get one i was hoping for*

(Source: panerasexual, via unescapable)

Me: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Me 7 months later: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
" Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside. "
" Never take a chance with a tattoo artist whose arms are bare. Never put your money on a fighter without any scars. But most importantly, never trust someone who only knows how to tell you they love you with their lips. "