Embrace your nasty side shawty

"dont trade the shorty of ur life for a nut of the night my nigga. don’t do it"

KEVINGETEM (via kushandwizdom)

#blacklivesstillmatter

  • me when i am mildly inconvenienced: thIS IS THE WORST THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME
  • me when i am legitimately hurt/distressed: no no it's fine i've had worse

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

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I love my mom.

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I am risking nothing

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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

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sorry followers :(

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

goddamn it

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

Koop

This has 1.2 million reblogs …
Ps not riskin it

1.4 almost
ps not risking it

Fuck this post

2.5 million notes I hate myself

I reblogged this twice now

I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry

Not taking a fucking chance

my mum is the best thing in my whole entire life i aint givin her up for shit

I love my mommy

But seriously posts like this suck because some of us with anxiety know it’s not true yet we’ll still do it because we think if we don’t bad shit will happen. Fuck whoever came up with this shitty post, this ain’t middle school.

^what she said.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

"You could rock my world. You wine and dine me. You could take me to the moon and back. But if you’re not honest or trustworthy, you could also just fuck off tbh."

MR (via kushandwizdom)

being an adult

  • pro: can buy yourself whatever you want, no one can stop you
  • con: can buy yourself whatever you want, no one can stop you

2:14 am.

I’ve gotten a taste of life and it’s sweetest joys, it just so happens that the taste was introduced to me by his lips.
His words.
His taste.
Smells, actions, and disposition.
Slowly but surely he was introducing me to myself.
I learned about me through him.
And the craziest thing was that I learned the most when I lost him.