Almost every one is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. But the marks humans leave are too often scars.

John Green (via the-quotable-quail) —

someblokecalledrichbrook:

if I was a billionaire I would literally chill on tumblr and when I see people fretting over not being able to afford plane tickets to see friends, or convention tickets, or merch I’d just be like “YES HELLO £3000 COMING YOUR WAY HAVE A NICE DAY” 

knight-of-knives:

vriskakick:

kim-diehl:

idontsharemyserkets:

superwholock-stuck:

Is that vriska

Actually,she looks like the splitting image of Marceline

You’re both wrong, it’s The Condesce.

It’s all three

It’s their mother

fallingaroundagain:

lupeylycan:

un-balanc-ed:

thatwrongthing:

this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy

that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel 

this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction

my shirts always fit: a man’s tale

gpgay:

Lights will guide you home

soulwing3:

avengethewholockians:

doctor-wholmes:

thisblogissherlocked:

This.

you monster

There are a lot of things in this world that are okay.
This post is not one of them.

(Source: youbutmostlyme)

with father and boyfriend at family dinner

me: Can you please pass the butter, Daddy?
father and boyfriend at same time: Okay.

maka-baka:

hi my name’s death the kid and this is jackass *moves a painting 2 cm to the left*

trendy-blog:

the best feeling in the world is when you finish your homework early and you take a shower and you get to crawl into bed and surround yourself in blankets and pillows at 9:30 and go on your laptop and listen to music and take acid tabs until you begin hallucinating that satan is with you and allow him to guide you into killing your friends and family and eating their flesh before you sacrifice yourself to his domain

(Source: lastyearslanguage)

(Source: themarke)