As humans, we ruin everything we touch, including each other.
(via mermaidsongs)

*including ourselves

(via stability)

helioscentrifuge:

when i see cuties postin selfies

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'Healthy people don't understand how a person can be sick for months and years and have doctors still not know what's wrong with her. Some people get a funny look in their eye, like they think it must all be in my head because otherwise wouldn't I have a diagnosis by now? Medical science is so advanced, with all this technology and such, so how come good doctors can't figure out what's wrong with me?'

In the Kingdom of the Sick: A Social History of Chronic Illness in America

by Laurie Edwards

quoting Aviva Brandt, who is chronically ill and undiagnosed

(via rainbowrosepetals)

yusterday:

I identify w tinkerbell a lot because she needs attention or she dies and that’s pretty much me

Me on my wedding day: you still like me right
cutely-perverted:

ink-thehorizon:

*cough* have sex with me *cough*

smilingeridan:


SOMEONE STOP ME ITS GETTING OUT OF HAND

smilingeridan:

SOMEONE STOP ME ITS GETTING OUT OF HAND

ruf1oh-n1tram:

ruf1oh-n1tram:

poopy doodles #nsfw

you’re right dashboard this is still important #long post

markdoesstuff:

daleconradsshuttershades:

dead-end-street:

The first and last time Mako Mori sees Stacker Pentecost. Both times she has tears running down her cheeks, but the emotions are very different.

here’s the rudest gifset on the Internet

you’re welcome