I’m at that awkward age where half my friends are engaged or having babies, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.

there’s a Game of Thrones spoiler underneath this post

just to warn you all

The poison. The poison for Joffrey, the poison specifically chosen to kill Joffrey, Joffrey’s poison. That poison.
Olenna Tyrell at some point, probably. (via kate-hawkingbird-bishop)

I’m sick to death of naive teenagers self diagnosing serious mental disorders just because they googled a few symptoms you have absolutely no idea what you’re on about


i hate how someone can fuck you up so bad, you can’t even listen to certain songs. 

You realise how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.



british people are so fucking cute

they called christmas lights ‘fairy lights’

they called sweaters ‘jumpers’

sneakers are ‘trainers’

they say ‘you alright/you ok’ instead of ‘how are you’

i quit

fuck off you condescending twat

I get jealous because I’m afraid someone is going to make you happier than I did.