1. Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde Yellow Flicker Beat (From "The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Pt. 1") - Single


    goodmusicmidnight:

    Yellow Flicker Beat ~ Lorde

    (via nice-tea)

  2. sunalwaysshining:

    braveand—wild:

    Morning abs :)

    Oh my goodness you are absolute perfection

    (via becomelean)

  3. lzbth:

    i just almost missed my train because i was taking a personality quiz to find out what fruit I am

    (via diet-tampon)

  4. eternalravendreamer:

    leonkuwatatata:

    do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at

    YOU PUT THE THING INTO WORDS

    (Source: piietromaxiimoff, via diet-tampon)

  5. vanconcastiel:

    ignotum-per-aeque-ignotum:

    fandomstuck:

    the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it

    Humans have 3 types of rods for processing color (red green and blue). Mantis Shrimp have 16.

    Fucking shrimp. I will NOT be jealous of food.

    (via jazznunya)

  6. zombiesandporn:

    cathilia-crimson:

    checkzeattic:

    menthol-drops-and-angel-wings:

    levi4thans:

    PEOPLE DIED 

    102 YEARS AGO

    THEY’RE ALL SKELETONS FIGHTING IN THE UNDERWATER SKELETON WAR NOW

    CHILL

    I’m sure they are very chill right now.

    You might even say they’re…

    ICE COLD.

    ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT 

    (Source: blazepress, via toots-toots)

  7. demonpossesser:

    gifak-net:

    How not to pick up girls 

    How to

    (via crystallized-teardrops)

  8. katara:

    how did you go from cute to annoying so fast

    (via hotboyproblems)

  9. richwhitelesbian:

    bro i love sports and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining

    (via tampontampoff)