the inland ocean
Treated Mah Self. 

Treated Mah Self. 

mydrunkkitchen:

buzzfeed:

buzzfeedfood:

Toasts with the most: 21 awesome energy-boosting breakfast ideas

Dang.

BUT WHICH IS THE TOAST WITH THE MOST???

alegbra:

our savior

alegbra:

our savior

(spoilery…) The Bucky/TWS storyline gives me ALL THE FEELINGS in general and I can’t wait to see how it plays out going forward. I already thought the reimagination of the Bucky-Cap relationship was excellent, but Cap 2 solidified it. They’re just really great foils for one another.

(spoilery…) The Bucky/TWS storyline gives me ALL THE FEELINGS in general and I can’t wait to see how it plays out going forward. I already thought the reimagination of the Bucky-Cap relationship was excellent, but Cap 2 solidified it. They’re just really great foils for one another.

Wanda Jackson - Funnel Of Love
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roadmovies:

Wanda Jackson - Funnel Of Love

patricialeesmith:

by joseph cultice

patricialeesmith:

by joseph cultice

Oh good, a True Detective gif that sums up my manuscript.

Oh good, a True Detective gif that sums up my manuscript.

request by hyperzephyrian

I looked up, and our eyes met briefly. In her eyes, I saw unsettling indifference, and I looked down again before, at further urging from the counselors, I said, “Mom…can I come and stay with you…for a while?” I couldn’t look at her, and I felt a dread rise in my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up or pass out. I intently gripped the cup of awful smelling tea, trying to keep the room from spinning.

Her face tensed as she smiled and laughed slightly. “That’s impossible!” she said. “I don’t have any room for you, and how would you get to school?” She turned to the counselors. “I can’t have her live with me. I don’t have the room, and you know I need to be on my own for awhile.”

The counselors looked at each other, at me, then at my mom. The heel-tapping had stopped, and all three were silent as I got up and walked out of the room. I didn’t know where I would go, but I knew that I was entirely on my own. I didn’t cry or get upset. I didn’t feel anything at all.

Invisible from the Inside Out by Jenna Sexton

(via therumpus)

suicideblonde:

ADORABLE

suicideblonde:

ADORABLE

No more losing icons for at least another year, okay? My heart can’t take this forever.

Our bathroom is tiny so I’m converting a weird nook in the basement into my vanity area. I plan to also bring down a bunch of books by women writers and poets and hang a poster of Beyoncé and go down there to put on my witchiest green sparkle makeup when things like the wage gap and phallocentrism get me down.