Caitie. Baltimore/Annapolis.
Craft beer.
Rilo Kitty. Rat Rods. Sex, Love, And Rock 'n Roll.

22nd April 2014

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doctor-no-boyfriend:

MEME PALETTES

tbh these are actually well balanced palettes 

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22nd April 2014

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eerz:

Damn, girls with leg tattoos sure take a lot of bubble baths

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22nd April 2014

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yellfang:

party-at-the-tardis:

shavingryansprivates:

why the fuck is every nursery rhyme about people dying

  • the london bridge is falling down and probably crushing pedestrians
  • ring around the rosie pockets full of posie ashes ashes we all get obliterated by the black plague
  • it’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring he bumped his head and fucking died

and fucking died

humpty dumpty committed suicide

jack fell down a hill and cracked his skull

A BABY FELL OUT A TREE

22nd April 2014

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You know you’re on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
— Unknown  (via shrjbk)

Amen

(via youngblackandvegan)

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22nd April 2014

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22nd April 2014

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cigarettevixen:

retr0philia:

itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.I didn’t really think about how forever could end.She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.
She never does. 

holy shit, I scrolled past this the first time, decided to give it another go this time around.Really good work.

Reblogging this because it takes such talent to condense your feelings into words and make it sound besutiful.

cigarettevixen:

retr0philia:

itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.
I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.
They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.
They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).
I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.
I didn’t really think about how forever could end.
She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.
I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.
I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.
Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. 
My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.
Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?
I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.
Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.

She never does. 

holy shit, I scrolled past this the first time, decided to give it another go this time around.
Really good work.

Reblogging this because it takes such talent to condense your feelings into words and make it sound besutiful.

Source: itsonlyyforever

22nd April 2014

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hilarioushumorfromouterspace:

This^^^^^^

hilarioushumorfromouterspace:

This^^^^^^

22nd April 2014

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Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.
— Immanuel Kant (via itsquoted)

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22nd April 2014

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jaimepreciadorable:

[AGGRESSIVELY TRIES TO SING LEAD VOCALS AND BACK UP VOCALS AT THE SAME TIME]

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22nd April 2014

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22nd April 2014

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breakingdeadlock:

agenttdunham:

  • fetuses do not think
  • they do not “scream out” when they are aborted
  • they have no brain function and no nerve endings until long after the deadline for a legal abortion
  • they aren’t “sad” when you abort them
  • they do not “realize what is happening”

And these aren’t my beliefs, they’re scientific facts

people who claim that fetuses do all of the above do it basically to force guilt onto women and thats the cheapest thing u can do

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22nd April 2014

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wo-nderland:

Once u mess up liquid eyeliner there is no going back

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22nd April 2014

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shadywarriorprincess:

THANK! i’ve been waiting for this <3

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22nd April 2014

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psybelius:

I SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO EMOTIONALLY IDENTIFY WITH A FLOSS CONTAINER

22nd April 2014

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alt-j:

i am so so so so so so so so s o passionate about music it is honestly my very favorite thing on this entire earth it makes me so undeniably happy and excited how can you just not love it with your entire being

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