"I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say."

— Virginia Woolf (via poetrea)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via pathwaytomyheart)



squartmart:

white people: this toothpaste is spicy

(via thegreatestentertainer)


lucid-awakeningg:

tyleroakley:

caleighclements:

symphony-of-words:

raising awareness for turtle bullying.

a growing problem.

A very slowly growing problem.

This gets funnier and funnier every time I see it

lucid-awakeningg:

tyleroakley:

caleighclements:

symphony-of-words:

raising awareness for turtle bullying.

a growing problem.

A very slowly growing problem.

This gets funnier and funnier every time I see it

(via ruinedchildhood)



rexuality:

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

(via pineapplejuz)


inhuemane:

barack-o-llamas:

well would ya look at that

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE ON THE INTERNET

inhuemane:

barack-o-llamas:

well would ya look at that

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE ON THE INTERNET

(Source: linsaypinsay, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)



g2gfast:

today my little brother (hes six) put a seashell to his ear and told me the ocean said im a nerd

(Source: africans, via unprime)


tastefullyoffensive:

The face of a new father of quadruplets… [x]

tastefullyoffensive:

The face of a new father of quadruplets… [x]

(via tragically-magically)


"

When my daughter was a toddler, I used to take her to a park not far from our apartment. One day as she was playing in a sandbox, an ice-cream salesman approached us. I purchased her a treat, and when I turned to give it to her, I saw her mouth was full of sand. Where I had intended to put a delicacy, she had put dirt.

Did I love her with dirt in her mouth? Absolutely. Was she any less of my daughter with dirt in her mouth? Of course not. Was I going to allow her to keep the dirt in her mouth? No way. I loved her right where she was, but I refused to leave her there. I carried her over to the water fountain and washed out her mouth. Why? Because I love her.

God does the same for us. He holds us over the fountain. “Spit out the dirt, honey,” our Father urges. “I’ve got something better for you.” And so he cleanses us of filth; immorality, dishonesty, prejudice, bitterness, greed. We don’t enjoy the cleansing; sometimes we even opt for the dirt over the ice cream. “I can eat dirt if I want to!” we pout and proclaim. Which is true—we can. But if we do, the loss is ours. God has a better offer.

"

Max Lucado (via kvtes)

(Source: nonelikejesus, via andillfindstrengthinpain)



tupacabra:

shampoo for my real friends

real poo for my sham friends

(via brightlure)



nothingcorporate:

opinions on abortions are kinda like nipples

everyone has them but women’s are a little bit more relevant 

(Source: uncooler, via peoplemagazine)



here He spoke,
"My love for you is bigger than even this."
speechless.

here He spoke,

"My love for you is bigger than even this."

speechless.

(Source: athenagracee, via brennanat)