rubyfruitjumble:

girl giving me some of her hand sanitizer: you are safe now my sweet child
me: I owe you my life

(via luminousstar)

cuddlethot:

abblermouse:

ambulance in my neighborhood: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

My dog: Oh shit! Oh shit it’s a bop

(via hyperphixation)

my-darling-boy:

18th century famous people be like: George was born the oldest of 36 children. His father was a shoe farmer and Grand Piano. At just 2 days old, he began his study of medicine and human biology at Oxford fortunately studying under Shakespeare in Berlin, Austria. Shortly after, he conducted his first successful heart transplant at 1.3 years old. He soon became an ordained priest. By the age of 4, he had married his cousin and had 5 children named Emma, all of whom became minstrels except for one who actually turned out to be Charles Dickens. By the end of his career at 28 years old he had written 11,000 books about Julius Caesar which he made into comedic plays and became a world class harmonica, guitar, and spoon player. He died of tripping on his own foot or lead poisoning at 30

(via hyperphixation)

washedmachine:

༄types of people

rain: good conversations, acoustic guitar, living for themselves, twirling their umbrella, fairy lights, a little clumsy, unapologetic laughter

downpour: sharp eyes and a strong prescence, neon lights, inside jokes, hands in jacket pockets, friendly competition, sneakers hitting the pavement

hail: being alone in the movies, artistic, comfortable but fashionable, polaroids, unorganized, kind hearts, doesn’t want your pity

snow: still mornings, humble, always sleepy, piano keys, curly hair, a favourite sweater, soft hands to hold, indecisive

sleet: ink on paper, tired but bright eyes, tattered jeans, always changing, midnight coffee on the balcony, knit scarves

drizzle: sweetest smiles, scent of citris, jewelry, doing their best, leaning back and stretching, first flower of spring, falling in love

(via gloomstudy)