6 years ago with 14340 notes Reblog / via 

please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one




6 years ago with 4 notes Reblog / via 
Anonymous
fuuuck youu

insula-album:

oooohh okay love you too can’t wait for the wedding

tagged as: I have always been a sarcastic little cunt hahahahaha;  



6 years ago with 277124 notes Reblog / via 

amateurcracksman:

entropysamples:

amateurcracksman:

yes but how do I know that you’re dating me for my heart and not for my international criminal empire

because your international criminal empire is what you do, and not who you are

that is so sweet I might just stab someone




6 years ago with 170477 notes Reblog / via 

fckin:

i love dominant men but at the same time if a man tells me what to do i’ll bodyslam him




6 years ago with 15 notes Reblog 

Chris Wood deserves better.

tagged as: Chris Wood;  hate his character all you want;  but don't tear down a good person because you dont like a character on a tv show;  



6 years ago with 24181 notes Reblog / via 

thenataliechin:

even if u knew everything about me u still wouldnt know me




6 years ago with 1171 notes Reblog / via 
tagged as: I feel attacked;  



6 years ago with 1231 notes Reblog / via 

flawlessgentlemen:

It’s not about getting into the room, it’s about knowing what to do when you get there. This is the advice I always give to young actors starting out, not to concern themselves with trying to take shortcuts or getting in front of the right people. I always encourage them to train and get better and be the best possible artist they can be. I’ve since I realized that this statement doesn’t only ring true in the acting profession, but for life in general.

tagged as: these pictures made me sploosh;  



6 years ago with 3 notes Reblog 

05.01.2017 8:54pm

———————————-From a book of peotry I will never publish.

I’m an emotionally unavailable hopeless romantic. 
I’ve got a heart of gold, but a temper to match every ill intention I’ve met.

I have a dreamers soul, but a realists mind.
I long for someone to hold, I long for someone to love,
But I fear change, and cling to isolation.

I’ve walked into the room with butterflies in my stomach, and left with razor blades in my chest. 
I’ve watched the sun rise, as my life burned to the ground at my feet. 
I’ve felt myself close off as the world ripped into me.

I breathe in smoke- when all I need is air.
I’m starving, but nothing looks appetizing.
I crave sound, or stimulation, but no music fills my soul; nothing satiates my emptiness. 
I’m exhausted, but I can never sleep. and I’m stressed, but I can’t get out of bed. 


I’m a walking contradiction thru and thru, and I don’t know how to feel about that.

tagged as: poetry;  poem;  Mine;  Been working on this for a bit;  might post more;  might just make a blog for my poetry and not share it with anyone;  who knows;  



6 years ago with 1 notes Reblog 

So yesterday I got told that my hair was life by a complete stranger, that it was essential by a friend and that is was everything by a girl who works at my school, plus a handful of people at the mall complimented it. 

I think I did a good job this time.

tagged as: feels nice to feel nice for once;  personal;  

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