Okay really can someone please come over and cuddle with me? We can make a blanket fort and stay warm and dry and watch stupid movies while it pours outside pleeeeeeeeease

weasleysweaters:

If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.

(via loveontheinside1)

As much as I hate to admit it, I’m just outgrowing some people in my life. I wish I could be as carefree as you; you do what you want, when you want. You disrespect everyone around you and you don’t even feel bad about it. You haven’t worked a day in your life, yet you’re still somehow able to pay for things (unless, of course, it’s not for you…then you magically don’t have money). I can’t do this anymore. We have nothing in common, not to mention the fact that you’re constantly pointing out my flaws when I’ve done nothing but help you see your assets and that’s just not fair.

I am your friend. I am not your fucking babysitter. If you’re gonna act like a child, then I’ll treat you like a child. Grow up.

When I run into people from high school

whatshouldwecallme:

I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.”  What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION.  “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via diablostyles)