Grateful Red

"You don’t want to be the best of the best…you just want to be the only one who does what you do." University of Wisconsin-Madison.


dirtydisneyconfessions:

ok dude, i know you wanna fuck the granny queen from a bugs life, we’ve gotten your confession 385 fucking times, we get it, you love fucking old wrinkly ass ants, stop fucking submitting it.

(via deanprincesster)

The fucking thought of you with somebody else, I don’t like that.
— Tyler the Creator (via fawun)

(Source: baldballerbobby, via from-roses)


You should be with somebody who makes you forget what it felt like to be sad.
— (via your-daisyfreshgirl)

(Source: the-taintedtruth, via thedrunkkids--thecatholics)


williamkarmis:

Untitled by William Karmis
welovekanyewest:

Jay be like god damn that shit goes hard

asammyg:

How fucked up is the entire concept of The Parent Trap? These parents have twins but want a divorce so they decide their best course of action is to just each take one and never speak to each other again. 

(via deanprincesster)

poetrylit:

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
blacksupervillain:

evolutia:

toneverforever:

Post racial Amerikkka

I’m so disgusted.

white people are ghouls
You will be shocked, kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever.

That’s why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.

How I Met Your Mother  (via saintofsass)

I have lost too many friendships due to the fact I am reserved and terrible at keeping in touch. This hits me hard thinking about all those lost friends.

(via rollawaythedew)

(Source: studiosixty, via rollawaythedew)


It was love. Don’t let them tell you any different. Don’t tell yourself otherwise.
Lang Leav (via langleav)

(via twilve)


Let every giggle be filled with lust; let us laugh this night away and I will fuck you like you were a prayer. I could save me by having my mouth around you, and I will hold you afterwards like you were the pulpit and I was the sky, and this love that danced between that hardness was a telephone line of holiness that those two things spoke through. Take me into your heart like I was a saint, and you were a face of forgivenss blooming in a valley destined to sink further.

Milos by Anis Mojgani


grass10:

everybody was like “youll love the dorms!! its so great!!” but its not good at all its bad

(via deanprincesster)

fenchurchdent:

chicklikemeblog:

Playboy’s catcall flowchart.  

I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me.