DEAD BOY DETECTIVES???? NETFLIX WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU!!

Not to be a little whinny bitch but Netflix adding School Spirit a show about a teenage ghost found family after cancelling Julie and the Phantoms gotta be the DIRTIEST shit ever Kenny Ortega I'm so sorry

Watching shows with "will they? won't they?" storylines had become soooo stale and then The Bear happened and it's like "oh yeah I love this when it's done correctly "

oh shit oh shit GET UP GET UP GET UP!!!!!!

I'll Give You The Sun changed my life in ways I can't even begin to describe, so imagine how excited I am about Jandy Nelson's new book. Her first in 10 years! It has been such a long wait, but I'm certain it will be worth it.

AND TRUST BY THE TIME IM DONE WITH YOU YOURE GONNA WISH YOU KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT! I've HAD it with people commenting on my body I'm not killing with kindness anymore I'm getting a GUN!

you fucking suck if you make other people feel badly about their bodies

I'm not naming names but SOMEONE had to go outside because he kept growling at the repair guy. Again I'm not naming names but SOMEONE has got to get their shit together!

what to do on chill days

this post is mainly because i need something to do on days when i have nothing to do. this can also qualify as basic self care. also as things to just do in general. 

i. listen to a calm playlist. some examples: (x)(x)(x). 8tracks has some great collections.  ii. read a book u have been putting off. or reread a book u enjoy. iii. open a window. breathe in the fresh air. it is actually quite nice and relaxing and yeah fresh air does wonders. or iv. go on a walk. this was u also get in the fresh air. take some pics. pick some flowers. enjoy the outdoors. it isn’t that bad. stretch those legs. v. make ur bed. which u shouldve done already. but do it. go now. vi. get up and drink some water. yeah, even on calm days u gotta hydrate.  vii. make a cookie in a mug ! recipe here. or a brownie in a mug. or some kinda food. treat yo self. it’s super quick n easy n yum viii. write something. maybe rewrite ur notes for a class. or a story idea. or the beginning of a novel. or a letter to ur significant other. or a message to urself. ot smthn. just do it.  ix. put on some clean clothes if u haven’t yet. put on a comfy shirt or sweater n some jeans or shorts. know that u look hella fine and that ur also hella comfy so i mean win win situation x. hug something. anyone. ur pet. ur body pillow. idk. just hug something. it may be a chill day just for urself but the least u can do is hug. hugging is nice n warm n whatever/whomever u are hugging will be happy. so will u. hugs are everything okay. everything. 

i hope u all have a lovely day. u deserve it. ily <3

Because we need it.

“These roses aredead These violets aren’t true I’m sorry if you thought this poem was all about you I pumped my red heart into your veins I cried my blue tears into your eyes But the truth is we got tired of the same old thing about a cliché love story becoming true So we left the roses right where they were and we grew the violets to match your hands And it’s the strangle that I feel in my sleep So these roses are red, but they aren’t for you So these violets are blue, but they aren’t for you”

— And this is not a poem for you. // To whomever

“But habits can change, and morph into something that goes from a tendency to a constant; and I do not want you to be a constant. Not if the only constant you are is pain and heartache.”

— “Habits of the heart, pt.2” remnant-thoughts

“Isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?”

— Fangirl, by Rainbow Rowell

“So scared of getting older, I’m only good at being young.”

— Stop This Train by John Mayer

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

— Anaïs Nin

My mind was once a lively carnival of ideas, buzzing with excitement. Now, it's a desolate wasteland where thoughts wither and fade.

Sometimes i go on twitter and post like im on tumblr and they're like wtf take that shit back to tumblr so here i am back with the shit

Any way you flip shits COOKED!

My life is like a rotisserie chicken