A: Age.
B: Where I'm from.
C: Where I would like to live.
D: Favourite food.
E: Religion.
F: Sexual orientation.
G: Single/taken.
H: Favourite book.
I: Eye colour.
J: Favourite movie.
K: Favourite TV show.
L: Favourite band/singer.
M: Random fact about me.
N: Favorite day of the year.
O: Favourite colour.
P: If I have any pets; if so, their names.
Q: What I'm listening to right now.
R: Last movie I've watched.
S: What's my ringtone.
T: Favourite male character from a TV show.
U: Favourite female character from a TV show.
V: What my name means.
W: Favourite superhero.
X: Celebrity crush.
Y: My birthday.
Z: Selfie?

(Source: lost-in-dreamsxx, via bxstxrds)

christopherbenjaminphoto:

Adrian Fitipaldes during Northlane’s set at Windsor, Ontrario. First show of the tour.

christopherbenjaminphoto:

Adrian Fitipaldes during Northlane’s set at Windsor, Ontrario. First show of the tour.

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kickasscardigan:

I just realized that i don’t want to die, i just want everything to be okay. As the cold swedish air flows through the door, i realize that i am the root of my problems.

the-great-sherlock:

iamtherightkirsti:

wow he really hates school

This guy speaks to me on a spiritual level

(Source: watchthefirefliesdance, via eatinginsidious)

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now-this-is-living:

I was thinking this exact thing when I was walking home for the 3rd time today. The voice inside my head never shuts up. It’s not like it says a bunch of negative things or things that get me down, it just never fucking stops. I can’t stop noticing anything and everything. Dumb things, important things. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t stop. Sometimes I wish that voice would just take a break and quiet down. Sometimes I think it makes me who I am. Detailed, observant, a perfectionist and a slob all rolled into one. So focused and yet so distracted. A walking, talking oxymoron.

now-this-is-living:

I was thinking this exact thing when I was walking home for the 3rd time today. The voice inside my head never shuts up. It’s not like it says a bunch of negative things or things that get me down, it just never fucking stops. I can’t stop noticing anything and everything. Dumb things, important things. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t stop. Sometimes I wish that voice would just take a break and quiet down. Sometimes I think it makes me who I am. Detailed, observant, a perfectionist and a slob all rolled into one. So focused and yet so distracted. A walking, talking oxymoron.

(Source: gnome-vomit)

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anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

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