The Grand Budapest Hotel - Finished Poster, 150th post! 

i had to draw them bc they are so cute!!!! and yes apparently agatha has a birthmark the shape of mexico on her right cheek. 
anyway i strongly urge all to watch the grand budapest hotel! imo it’s better than moonrise kingdom! 


i was trying to open a pickle jar and it fell and shattered on the floor and there was pickles and glass and juice everywhere and i slow turned to my cat and whispered “well we sure do find ourselves in a pickle here” then stood there laughing alone in a dark house illuminated by the fridge light while surrounded by my disaster 

(via multidimensional-being)



Look at this purebread puppy

i’m done


i can’t even appreciate the beauty of the sunrise after staying up all night because it’s just like. fuck. there it is. there’s the sun. i fucked up. why am i laughing. nothing is funny. the sun is there and it’s harshly reprimanding me for being awake all night. “this is the life you’ve chosen for yourself fucker” it says. i’m not laughing. i’m crying. there’s the fucking sun

(Source: jaclcfrost, via msfrannyglass)

I never stop loving my exes. 

Or even my one or two one night stands. 

I like to remain on good terms with them, even the random ones. I don’t like losing people, and disregarding a night or memory spent with a person is the same as losing them. 

I’ve been in love with two boys in my entire life, and to this day I still love both of them and talk to them often.

I still smile at the boy who I had a two week fling with.

I’ll give a wave to the drug dealer I fucked the night I was stoned and horny.

I still text the man that took my innocence just to know that it really happened and he was actually real.

I don’t like losing people, but I guess soon I’ll have to learn to.