Ajmer Fort, India

Madds Mikkelsen literally just makes puppy faces throughout the entire show and makes it look like he's gonna kill someone

*dances with you and jigs heavily*

please will someone do a silly little dance with me. pplease will someone just do one 1 small silly jig with me. we can hold hands and do a little dance please please please

I think it's silly how I'll study hard, pass and go to college. I'll study some more. And more. I stay up with bags under my eyes, I cry, I rot on the inside, I lose all my friends. Just because I'd like a job that lets me live comfortably. And when I finally do live comfortably, I'll never notice it. It'll all be about the next job, the next interview, the next meal. I won't look at the stars, at how they twinkle. I won't laugh freely. I won't wake up in the morning with the feeling that 'today is a new day'. If I have kids I won't ever look into their laughing faces and think this is innocence, or , This being shares my blood. I'll think, the world is going to ruin you the way it ruined me. There is nothing I can do to stop it. It will simply happen, the way it has happened to those before me.

Tuesday February 7.

The Chosen One: Vanilla Extract.

The hero we need and deserve right now. Ever been making a cake, and then baking a cake, and then consuming a cake, a cake you will subsequently defecate, when you've been haunted by that strangest of feelings that something just isn't quite right? That something is missing. That within this process there has been a void beyond that of the baking process: a void that is not just culinary, but spiritual. It's good, but it's not right. You made it as instructed, and it looks good, and tastes fine too. The good people around you have also taken a fork, which they have politely, and apparently sincerely, enjoyed. One even took a picture which they will later upload on Instagram, with crude, flashing animations of cakes, and captions reading: Cake time! Yum!. The words jump merrily from side to side in neon colors and the cake rests handsomely, with several slices missing. But you know, they know it. It is evident in their expressions: the light is dimmed in their smiles somewhat. They too possess something unshakeable in this mouthful. Something here is left to be desired, and desire as Robert Hass ruminates, is full of endless distances. Hold the f*cking phone, someone says, their eyes suddenly luminous. I know what this needs: #vanilla extract. 

Who doesn't like clocks? They're so nice and creepy.

I took this picture while thirty people were looking at me like I digested cleenex.

people on this site should remember to beep before they boop

@catboymoments that cat will make you explode. there is no other reason as to why it is looking at you like that.

I love my kittyyyyyyyyy

My beloved hazy

i really want a tattoo.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes