vuoen:

I met this boy once while I was staying in surrey, he paid for my bus fare when I was stuck in the rain, and had the loveliest voice and dark brown hair and his name was Blake. I remember from the moment I met him I was obsessed with seeing him again and I used to venture into town everyday for a week or two hoping to bump into him, hanging around the same old bus stop in hope he would turn up in his stupid rain jacket and start to talk about how bad the weather was all the time and if I wanted to catch up sometime. Funnily enough, he never did turn up.

pretty girls with a messy bun and baggy shirts look hot as fuck but when I do it it’s like I’ve been doing drugs for 5 days straight

(Source: a-ionia, via thatwasntawkward)

rabioheab:

are there actually people out there who make their beds every morning or is that just a myth 

(via flying-unicorn-shit)

dropdeadesu:

aragaki:

i don’t get this. why does this have so many notes. does it have to do with the type of ice cream? Napoleon ice cream? Napoleon Bonaparte? is that Napoleon Bonaparte’s hand?

nobody explain
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