PDX

You broke my heart into 1000 pieces, and I can’t put it back together because don’t think I will ever find them all. Because some of those pieces are with you… in your pocket or on the bottom of your shoes or under your fingernails or stuck to the hem of your pants; and you’re hundreds, maybe a thousand miles away. And since you don’t even know that they are there in the first place, they’re scattering… getting lost along the way.

algrenion:

overlypolitebisexual:

whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal

 

(via iguanamouth)

the-wolfbats:

Can we have another “Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.” post with the words

  • their 
  • okay
  • though
  • say
  • no
  • and
  • left
  • around
  • me
  • but

What am I EVER talking about?

(via iguanamouth)

I think the reason I hate my job so much is because it makes me constantly angry. And I hate being angry. I hate feeling like an emotion has such complete control over you.

How you make others feel about themselves says a lot about you. — (via talesofadarkchocolatelover)

(via talesofadarkchocolatelover)

Thanks for the cheerful reminder.

Thanks for the cheerful reminder.

(via bleh-cats)

Album Art

jetsuse:

Why couldn’t this be the version instead of Demi?

ArtistThe Last Sleepless City
TitleLet It Go Punk Version

obfuscatingdeity:

the thing to realize here is that conservatives find the idea of paying workers a livable wage so absurd that they make hyperbolic comparisons like this

because fifteen dollars and hour and a hundred thousand dollars an hour both mean the same thing to them; more than you deserve

(via pussnbootz)

samswittyusername:

the-mice-that-started-it-all:

ireallylikegaryoldman:

You know what this adultery needs? SANDWICHES.



I’m quitting this website

samswittyusername:

the-mice-that-started-it-all:

ireallylikegaryoldman:

You know what this adultery needs? SANDWICHES.

I’m quitting this website

(via dutchster)