Infinita Apatía
misscryss502:

Fuck this place.

misscryss502:

Fuck this place.

nevver:

Peanuts

sesamestreet:

Just wait until he asks for a new phone.

tempurafriedhappiness:

Here are some dogs enjoying Popsicles. 

morrisseytattoos:

hardigan-miku's ink by tomvonlucky and Guy Rubicon (Rubicon Tattoo Parlor, Belgium)

morrisseytattoos:

hardigan-miku's ink by tomvonlucky and Guy Rubicon (Rubicon Tattoo Parlor, Belgium)

hitrecord:

“Jelly Love”
alterskull:

http://itskingofdisasterbitch.tumblr.com/ na We Heart It.

If you don’t love yourself, you’ll always be chasing people who don’t love you.

maddieonthings:

Helllllooooo!

maddieonthings:

Helllllooooo!

ex0skeletal:

Anyone know the artist?

ex0skeletal:

Anyone know the artist?

riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak

riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak

metallic-gl0w:

metallic-gl0w

brxxxck:

titulodepelea:

crucialtom:

Champion - Promises Kept (Bridge Nine Records, 2004)

el mejor disco del straight edge de este siglo

DECISIONS MADE. PROMISES KEPT.

brightwalldarkroom:

Andrew Root on An American Tail (1986):
"As they board a transatlantic ship, Fievel asks questions endlessly; is that water the ocean? Does that smoke mean the ship is on fire? Are those seagulls? What’s a herring, and how are they different from just a regular ol’ fish? Fievel’s unbounded curiosity leads him out onto the deck during a storm, and he is swept overboard by the cruelty of the winds and waves. At the immigrant processing centre in New York, Papa’s tears appear unbidden, his jovial nature drained, his sadness complete. Afloat in a bottle, Fievel is exhausted, bewildered and lost. And the sadness - the dark liquid sadness - is very, very real."

brightwalldarkroom:

Andrew Root on An American Tail (1986):

"As they board a transatlantic ship, Fievel asks questions endlessly; is that water the ocean? Does that smoke mean the ship is on fire? Are those seagulls? What’s a herring, and how are they different from just a regular ol’ fish? Fievel’s unbounded curiosity leads him out onto the deck during a storm, and he is swept overboard by the cruelty of the winds and waves. At the immigrant processing centre in New York, Papa’s tears appear unbidden, his jovial nature drained, his sadness complete. Afloat in a bottle, Fievel is exhausted, bewildered and lost. And the sadness - the dark liquid sadness - is very, very real."