ytoob:

i always look mad or tired 

britneyspeares:

taylor swift could make a screamo album all in spanish and she’d still be categorized as a country artist

(Source: slutdad)

I love you so much, but this is where I am now, and this is who I am now, and I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.
― Her (2013)

(Source: splitterherzen)

“faster,” i moaned. “why won’t this page load faster?”

(Source: cumberlord)

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/12/my-new-year-wish.html - neil-gaiman (via perfect)

luci-moosie:

landofrunawayangels:

Lyrics:

My laptop’s bright in the motel tonight
Not a weapon to be seen
A kingdom of hunting research,
And it looks like I’m the king.

My brother’s groaning as I push my bangs aside
Couldn’t keep it short, heaven knows I tried

Don’t let Dean in, don’t let him see
Throw away the scissors and be free
Conceal and steal, don’t let Dean know
Where his scissors go

Let it grow, let it grow
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it grow, let it grow
I will never lose this war

I don’t care
What Dean’s going to say
Let my hair grow on,
The length never bothered me anyway

It’s funny how many years
I’ve let my hair grow long
And the words that once controlled it
Seem so horribly wrong

A ponytail, maybe a bun
Who knew my hair could be such fun
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I’m free

Let it grow, let it grow
Until it flows back through the sky
Let it grow, let it grow
No matter how many times I die

I don’t care
What Dean’s going to say
Let my hair grow on,

Dean thinks it’s girly, but I just don’t think I care
Because he cries a lot so his insults are hardly fair
And when you live our life, you make the good things last
I’m never going back,
My short hair’s in the past

Let it grow, let it grow
I’ve got the freedom now to choose
Let it grow, let it grow
With my great hair, I can’t lose

Here I stand
Researching everyday
Let my hair grow on,
The length never bothered me anyway

I AM LITTERALLY CRYING