Tfw The Girl Who Sits Next To You Is Really Pretty And Has Such A Nice Vibe But You Can’t Muster Courage

Screw societal expectations, let's run away and build cottage in the middle of nowhere with a massive garden which is also a safe space for all

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

i made art/wallpapers cuz spooky season

animals making their own special sounds is so precious :) i personally love to hear cats purr and sloths making their little squeal, it truly provides happiness

it hurts when you want to move on but for some reason you can’t. you pray, you cry, you fight with all intention to get rid of that love in your heart you no longer want. yet it still lingers, manifests as a wasp sting to the conscious. it aches. this feeling is a stage of grief no one admits out loud.

stop fucking using the word psychotic to describe bad behaviour and violence already god fucking damn it

i’m watching dead poets society for the first time and not even an hour in, whatever neil and todd got going on is fruity as hell

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

#amazing

what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?