t3ht3h
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sometimes i wish i wasn’t a parent just so i can kms
"You are loved."
"You matter."
"You're stronger than you think."
"Things will get better one day."
SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
The feminine urge to slit your wrists and bleed out
just punch me in the head repeatedly
i want to fucking kill myself
Beauty and The Weed.
IG:allienhr
If this ain’t the truth. 🤷🏻♀️
sheweedbrand
☽ 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 ☾
emo kid by day, magical girl by night!! 🌙💫
Jaroslav Panuška - On the shore of a pond (1910)
i’m so high but i wanna smoke some more 🙃
KRISTEN SCHAAL. Name a more iconic bitch. Go on. I'll wait.
Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.
hmmm
My tablet’s still busted, but I wanted to do somethin cute for Halloween
Click to see what these silly ghosts are up to~
A priest hooks a huge fish
Helping him reel it in, a sailor says “Whoa, look at the size of that fucker!”.
“Hey, mind your language!” says the priest.
Embarrassed, the sailor thinks quickly and blurts out, “Sorry father, but that’s what this fish is called, it’s a Fucker fish”.
Accepting the explanation, the priest forgives the sailor and takes the fish back to church.
“Look at this huge fucker” says the priest, spotting the bishop.
“Language, please! this is God’s house,” replies the bishop.
“No, no that’s what this fish is called, "says the priest.
"Oh,” says the bishop, scratching his chin “I could clean that fucker and we could have it for dinner”.
So the bishop takes the fish, cleans it, and brings it to the mother superior.
“Could you cook this fucker for dinner tonight?” he asks her.
“My, what language!” she exclaims, clearly shocked.
“No, sister that’s what the fish is called - a fucker”, says the bishop.
Satisfied with the explanation, the mother superior says, “Wonderful, I’ll cook that fucker tonight, The Pope is coming for dinner!”
The fish tastes just great and The Pope asks where they got it.
“Well, I caught the fucker!” says the priest.
“And I cleaned the fucker!” says the bishop.
“And I cooked the fucker!” says the mother superior.
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely glaze, leans back on his chair, takes off his cap, puts his feet up on the table, pours himself a whiskey and says:“ You know what?, You cunts are alright.”