faithlesscompanion:

that moment when you’re stranded in the canadian wilderness (plane crash) and you have a fight with your best friend and let her sleep outside (she freezes to death in the snow) and you find her in the morning and scream to the sky (immense grief and guilt) and then you make a habit of talking to her dead body for two months (everyone is concerned) and one argumentative day she falls over (her ear breaks off because she’s frozen solid) and you don’t know what to do so you put the ear in your pocket (you carry her with you) and eventually you get very very hungry (you eat your best friends ear) and now she is part of you forever (you adored her and you also wanted to tear her apart (so you ate her))

stuckinapril:

In my everything makes me burst into tears era

booler:

im on the cross rn not crucified just hangingout

shesnake:

shesnake:

everyone’s doomed by the narrative bitch let’s get you some fruit

archie-morris:

You find yourself stuck in an elevator with your icon and your username. How happy are you?

theamericanfriend1977:

richard siken should get into beatles rpf

lesbianjarjarbinks:

goodbye california hello san francisco @approximately7hearses

lesbianjarjarbinks:

lesbianjarjarbinks:

margot and i have decided mcr is just prepping for another big mcr barbecue

ray toro guacamole 2.0

nevendintim:

Please don’t touch my golden soul with your dirty hands, thanks.

girlfictions:

— Fiona Apple

abandonedgreenhouse:

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

grimspirit:

nymphtitania:

gentlepeople:

kids these days don’t know about Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. they’ll never understand