Welcome to the melting pot

A girl called Olivia in a city called London.

frigginjabroni:

Went from comedic to real as fuck in like 2 seconds

(via muchacha11)

it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
yuniedc:

boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit

yuniedc:

boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit

(via sasha-artemis-braus)

taco-bell-rey:

taco-bell-rey:

taco-bell-rey:

someone give me something funny to reply to this with

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and he hasn’t messaged me back since

I still do this

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(via ruinedchildhood)

officialronstoppable:

i might be fake but at least i never turned on gabriella to impress my basketball team : /

(via thetalkingcrocus)

gothpapiuwu:

me:*fails a quiz*

drake: i’m just sayin you could do better

me:*studies harder graduates valedictorian and cures cancer*

(via ruinedchildhood)

whvtever:

i don’t get it but i’ll laugh anyway because you’re hot 

(via happiest)

hersapphicgoddess:

beautifulgodzilla:

THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED

Marry him.

(via sexuallyfrustratedfanboy)

kammartinez:

Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.

Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.

(via present-mirth)

"How long had Mr. Knightley been so dear to her, as every feeling declared him now to be? When had his influence, such influence begun?— When had he succeeded to that place in her affection, which Frank Churchill had once, for a short period, occupied?—She looked back; she compared the two—compared them, as they had always stood in her estimation, from the time of the latter’s becoming known to her— and as they must at any time have been compared by her, had it—oh! had it, by any blessed felicity, occurred to her, to institute the comparison.—She saw that there never had been a time when she did not consider Mr.Knightley as infinitely the superior, or when his regard for her had not been infinitely the most dear. She saw, that in persuading herself, in fancying, in acting to the contrary, she had been entirely under a delusion, totally ignorant of her own heart—and, in short, that she had never really cared for Frank Churchill at all!"

poutyblaine:

American Horror Story: Glee

(via storiesbycandlelight)