I take this to mean that since I reblogged, I am now immortal.
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
If you didn’t think “Shia LaBeouf” could get better, you were wrong.
I literally can’t believe this exists there are tears in my eyes that I don’t remember crying
Imagine finding a dragon egg one day, and it hatches in your house and thinks you’re its mom. Then the next morning you wake up and find this mini dragon has gathered all the lose change and shiny objects in your house in a pile, and is gnawing on a nickel. And then when you take it out for walks, it picks up every coin it sees cause its a hoarder. And your house is eventually full of coins. And you are rich. And have a dragon.
pretty sure the westboro baptist church think about gay sex more than gay people think about gay sex
how to properly wrap xmas presents by rihanna