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do you ever think about people you used to be friends with and how it’s weird to imagine how life was when they were back in it and how weird it would be if they still were now? like neither in a good nor bad way but like you forget how people really are and what they used to be like and do you ever wonder if people wonder what their lives are like without you
It was a widely misinterpreted movie, I think…. People tend to say, “Why didn’t she end up with him? He was so nice!” But I think that he was really quite guilty of projecting a fantasy onto this girl that she didn’t necessarily deserve, and that, honestly, he was pretty wrapped up in his own selfish point of view… We’ve all been guilty of it. I’m sure I’ve done the same. And we all do it to one degree or another in every relationship. But it’s just funny to me, because I felt like the point of that movie was illuminating this guy who is basically delusional, who keeps projecting all these things onto this girl, and how that’s a problem for him, and how he then sort of grows out of it. But it seems like a lot of the people that see the movie don’t quite catch that. They just think he’s a great guy. — Joseph Gordon-Levitt on (500) Days of Summer (via theshadowofyoursong)
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The forever alone moment when you buy a hot water bottle to cuddle up to at night. At least it has good taste in sweaters c=
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I don’t want to be rude. I just wish you would cease discussing your no-carb, no-fat, gluten-free, low-salt, no-fun diet. Nor do I want to hear about the “snob” diet, or the one where you eat certain foods only during certain times of the day, or the raw diet, or how you get all your slimming meals delivered. Do not speak to me of Weight Watchers or Overeaters Anonymous, Jenny Craig or the Dr. Perricone salmon skin cult. Mention not the regime where you don’t consume anything until you’re about to pass out, and then you eat a single cube of cheese. I really don’t want to hear about your cleanse, your juice fast, or how much energy you have now that you disdain all solid food. Do your skinny jeans fit? Is your skin glowing? Are you retaining water? I didn’t just ask that, because I don’t give a crap. Don’t tell me your goal, current, or ideal weight, your set point, how much you have lost or gained or that you’ve reached a plateau. You’re worse than boring me. You’re torturing me. — Christina Kelly (via sugaryumyum)
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if i die and people post statuses about me on facebook and act like they knew me or were nice to me i will come back and fucking murder them
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