We're All Mad Here.

110 notes / 8 hours ago / Reblog

Reblog this with 24,222 notes
Reblog this with 192,815 notes

I took my cat on his first walk yesterday
Reblog this image with 156,588 notes
Reblog this image with 31,831 notes
"Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin’ me NyQuil"William Shakespeare (via camerongermain)

9,623 notes / 9 hours ago / Reblog

Reblog this with 4,825 notes



So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me… (Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21) My parents had to force him to still go.  When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing.  So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care. I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now.  Guys. My brother is so fucking sweet.

This is amazing omg

I think I’m crying


have you ever had a nightmare that didn’t just scare you, it genuinely fucked you up for the rest of the day, even longer, because it was so fucked up that it made you wonder how the fuck your brain could ever conceive of such a hideously fucked up thing and now you’re worried for your sanity

25 notes / 9 hours ago / Reblog

"I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them."Uma Thurman (via up—on-melancholy-hill)

111,442 notes / 9 hours ago / Reblog

Reblog this image with 221,274 notes