the older I get, the more I understand squidwards anger
You either die Spongebob, or live long enough to see yourself become Squidward.
Oh my god.
(via confirmance)
[steps on my own emotions and grinds them into the dirt with my heel] anyways
(via disorder)
mom: i love you (:
me: Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
(via dancingforthestorm)
why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day
(Source: evolutional, via disorder)
(via lubricates)