(Source: justlittlethings)
(Source: justlittlethings)
Who cares what they say?
We’re all gonna die anyway.
And what should it matter how she does her hair
or how he eats his meat?
It’s the difference between us all that makes it so sweet.
It’s the time in this moment.
This moment now.
That I promise, somehow, we’ll figure it out.
So who cares who I love
or who hates who or who’s unjust?
So what if he’s into drugs?
He’s got a good heart. It’s all that matters in the end.
If there is a heaven.
If there’s a heaven.
Well, then I promise, somehow, we’ll get there.
Somehow, we’ll figure it all out.
(Source: fuckyeahgirlswithtattoos)
I hate the fact that I love you most when I’ve been drinking. I also hate the fact that I have a bit of a headache right now.
I love my ukulele, though. I wish I could play it in my sleep. Hmmmm
(Source: lovequotesrus, via taylorrpaigee)
Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriend
He wants to be nice to them and make them famous
He is choosing out of his new followers
I BECAME TUMBLR FAMOUS USING THIS
JUSTIN BIEBERS BLOG
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What am I?
Who am I?
What do I want in this life?
Why do I feel like crap today?
Uggggggghhhhhhhhh shooooooower time.
(Source: leahhkaye, via chickenshit)
“The emails! If I forward him all the emails, it’ll slow him down just like it did us. Keep sending them, kids! … YOU’VE GOT MAIL!”
(Source: girlwhonevergrewup, via risallah)