Dreams of an Insomniac

And even when we live on the moon, my eyes will always follow you around the room
-MJ

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bambela:

dark-shade:

marydoyouwannasmoke:

r-o-s-e-p-e-t-a-l-s:

this looks way to perfect on my blog
and its transparent

This is the most calming gif I have ever seen

THIS LOOKS SO SICK ON MY BLOG

Q’d at school
i-have-good-vibes:

creduli:

russiandirectionerandbelieber:

a-cidlife:

vans-supreme:

exhele:

dysphorism:

princess-margaret:

yourblazesburn:

osteogenesis-imperfecta:

straightinatbella:

thatmissunderstoodkid:

frank-1e:

okleave:


reblog and make a wish

this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so

i have to


why not

i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

here goes nothing
well lets see 

love this

i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post 
and now he’s my bf
..WISHING AGAIN. YAY

you :(

Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.


I’M SCREAMING I FORGET WHAT I WISHED FOR WHEN I ORIGINALLY SAW THIS AWHILE AGO BUT I THINK I WISHED FOR 1/5 AND I GOT THAT??? HOLY R234RWEDFSCSDGDFSF

whATS LIFE OMG THE NOTES
i made a wish the other day and it came true no joke
wishing again <3
i’ll give it a try 

basically all my sentences start with one of these

  • ok so
  • basically
  • omg
  • no but seriously
  • actually
  • ok
  • wow
  • ok wow (or wow ok)
  • wait
  • but wait
  • no wait
  • wait what
  • guys
  • oh wow
  • so like

(Source: cowboybeboop, via racheljaydescott)

pizza:

rockandkrull:

pizza:

i don’t understand why parents say ‘i’m very disappointed in you’ like i don’t care i’m very disappointed that mcdonalds doesn’t deliver but u don’t hear me complaining about it

actually in new york they deliver so whats your excuse

i live in australia and im 103% sure they don’t deliver from new york to australia so whats YOUR excuse for leaving a shitty comment on my text post 

pizza, you do realise you are my life right?

(via dennise-b)

xace-oflight:

togetherwecanrecover:

sammneiland:


mybuttisaurus:


i-justreally-like-cats-okay:



Calming CAT!



oh my god it is calming


i think we could all use some calming cat right about now.


He’s back! Welcome back, calming cat. You are always welcome here.

Everyone should know of calming cat.

i literally stared at him for two mins before falling in love.
sheenalala:

Me.
mark-pellegrino-is-my-king:

cute-little-princess:

ronweasley:

twinamericas:

221cbakerstreet:

aphotovici:

lil-banshee:

gaylienz:

eviljohnlock-shipper:

seaghdhasuil:
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

Welcome to Tumblr

Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
“Oh.”
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what is wrong with you

WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART