Never Give Up

so i'm morgan. and i change this information all the time because i'm never sure what to put here. i don't know how to describe myself to others because i'm not really sure how other people see me. all i can tell you is that i'm looking for happiness. can you help me find it?
ask-the-black-widow:

ask-kevin-richter:

lokis-daughter956:

bboy-yung-buck:

ihopericksantorum:

Boom.

Can everyone just reblog this once?

It’ll help if you put some cold water on that burn. 


Damn!

ask-the-black-widow:

ask-kevin-richter:

lokis-daughter956:

bboy-yung-buck:

ihopericksantorum:

Boom.

Can everyone just reblog this once?

It’ll help if you put some cold water on that burn. 

Damn!

(via norskemily)

emilianadarling:

Because instantly alienating a huge chunk of your demographic through offensive humour is the best way to sell soda pop. (x)

(via edwardspoonhands)

  • girl: i'm having vagina surgery
  • boyfriend: i know
  • girl: i love you
  • boyfriend: i love you too
  • after surgery she wakes up and only dad is there
  • girl: where is my boyfriend
  • dad: who do you think gave you the vagina
  • girl: what
thisurlwasnttakenbutnowitis:

mybeautifulpenguins:

captaintinypockets:

sexigloo:

go-go-powdergangers:

cyntharia:

lookingforjess:

Because America






MY MOM BOUGHT THESE THE OTHER DAY AND I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THE NAME
THE AMERICAN CREME
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH
they were quite delicious though

ya whatever screw you guys


Nobody cares Canada

“Canadian Vanilla, eh!”
Way to add to the stereotype ;__;

thisurlwasnttakenbutnowitis:

mybeautifulpenguins:

captaintinypockets:

sexigloo:

go-go-powdergangers:

cyntharia:

lookingforjess:

Because America

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MY MOM BOUGHT THESE THE OTHER DAY AND I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THE NAME

THE AMERICAN CREME

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH

they were quite delicious though

ya whatever screw you guys


Nobody cares Canada

“Canadian Vanilla, eh!”

Way to add to the stereotype ;__;

(via keep-calm-and-be-a-stripper)

(Source: sexualface)

I thought at first that she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her a lot like that, as something’s meal. What was her- green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs- would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would heat their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere. I still think that, sometimes, think that maybe “the afterlife” is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe she was just matter, and matter gets recycled.
But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.
Looking For Alaska,  John Green

me when i first joined tumblr

  • me: what how can this person reply to a reply?
  • how did they get that theme? it wasn't on the list of themes. they must be a wizard.
  • wow that person just got their 50th follower they are so tumblr famous wow
  • wow that was weird that fanfic had a sex scene i hope i never see that again
  • oh my god i messaged this person with how much i love their blog and they replied with a thank you and a smiley face, look at me making friends on tumblr already

I say we all take a “professional week” off from Larry Stylinson…and see the results.

(Source: postcardfromsomewhere, via keep-calm-and-be-a-stripper)

(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)