I love the idea that mer-tails can look like the tails of other species of fish. Oh artists of Deviantart you never cease to amaze me.
Yeah, so, I'm just another nineteen year-old trying to pretend that they're totally awesome and philosophical when, in reality, I have the heart of a five-year-old. And so the hilarity enues. I like Breaking Benjamin, Harry Potter, Pokemon, Avenged Sevenfold, making fun of Twilight, 30 Seconds to Mars, Three Days Grace, Thousand Foot Krutch, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Evans Blue, 1984, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, werewolves, vampires, ghost stories, and random things that are relevant to my life.
I love the idea that mer-tails can look like the tails of other species of fish. Oh artists of Deviantart you never cease to amaze me.

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I used to do these things on purpose when i worked at movie theatres. =]
^^^
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(via get0utalive-x)

grow old with you.
| Gay Guys: | All the hot guys are straight |
|---|---|
| Straight Guys: | All the hot girls are lesbian |
| Lesbians: | All the hot girls are straight |
| Straight Girls: | All the hot guys are gay. |
| Bisexual Guys: | All the guys are taken, All the girls are whores. |
| Bisexual Girls: | All the guys are whores, All the girls are taken |
| Pansexuals: | All you mothafuckas look alike. |
| Asexuals: | lol nope |
Too fucking tired right now.
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(via magical-beb)
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
(via rotom-s)
There’s no time for us, and there’s no place for us.