Mr. Whatever.

The only people for me are the mad ones.

(Fuente: bercovicia, vía fuck-yeah-im-not-straight)

What’s the number?
That’s how much you’re worth.

(Fuente: teenwolfonline, vía keephearingyoursound)

phatticuss:

luvnoodles123:

phatticuss:

when you fall down and scrape your knee

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Is that gay porn by any chance?

no it’s when you fall down and scrape your knee

(vía keephearingyoursound)

(Fuente: doctaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, vía fuck-yeah-im-not-straight)

captainkaknuckles:

I find this so damn funny every. fucking. time.

(Fuente: catchingfires, vía fuck-yeah-im-not-straight)

We’re so isolated up here, it might be nice to have a neighbor.

(Fuente: camp-crystallake, vía slash-gash-gore)

"I love to smoke. Smoking a cigarette is like forgetting. When I hit rock bottom it’s all I have. Light up, smoke up, shut the fuck up. It hides the shit. The smoke hides the shit. There’s menthol and vanilla. Some people like ‘em. Menthol cigarette. Vanilla cigarette. Chocolate cigarette. Cigarette cigarette. Cigarettes clearly keep me from going crazy. Keeps me alive. It keeps me alive until I die."

- Les Amours Imaginaires (2010) dir. by Xavier Dolan (via violentwavesofemotion)

(vía sixth-impact)

c: what if some cop from santa monica decides to drop in and recognizes you?
p: well, then i turn on the charm and i dive under a desk.
c: […] well don’t hit your head diving under that desk, okay?

(Fuente: samudinovs)

(Fuente: pinkmanjesse, vía lulz-time)