it’s really hard when you’re in a group of friends and each of them has their own “best friend” in the group.
My new baby 💕
Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.
|—||Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via joshbgosh1)|
I fucking hated what you were doing to me. But more than that, I hate that you knew you were doing it. And that I was letting you.
|—||unknown (via unlively)|
My buddy Tom baked a cake for his Argentinian friend to cheer her up after the world cup loss.
…they are no longer friends.
This is the best joke. Like this a really fucking brilliant joke.
This is truly phenomenal.
Yo it’s your boy! You already know who it is!
Every rapper that is not your boy and who you do not know at all
~ Dire Straits
Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.
|—||E.B., Self advice (via seulray)|