what the fuckpluto in july 2013, moments after hearing the news that he isn’t a planet anymore (via manhattanfrom-thesky)
"in case of fire use stairs" that’s ridiculous. how the FUCK am i supposed to put this fire out with these stairs
There are a million and one definitions to the term home. I could honestly never define it because I’ve never felt, at home. I’ve moved 17 times in my entire life, not counting the times where I was homeless and living with friends. I’ve never had my own room, my own bed, or stuff to call my own. When most people prayed for a new house or a new love, I prayed to be stable. One place, for the rest of my life or until I felt it was time to move on. I don’t know if it’s just me, but even surrounded by my friends and their family, I feel so out of place. I feel like a burden. I’ve never once felt like I was meant to be surrounded by love. I still feel like I don’t deserve it. Coming from a life where I’ve always been shunned or forgotten about because drugs were more important, I’ve just grown accustomed to not being wanted. I’m finally at an age where I can create my own stability and even now I feel out of place. I wish I could rewind time and not have lived the life I have because I deserved better than the 20 years of feeling unloved. I wish I could rewind time and give myself the home I’ve always deserved. Sorry. Rant over.
DOES ANYONE THINK THAT OCTOBER HAS A CERTAIN SMELL AND YOU JUST CANT EXPLAIN IT BUT YOU JUST KNOW THE SCENT OF OCTOBER AND IT GETS SO STRONG ON HALLOWEEN
I PROBABLY SOUND INSANE BUT I CANT POSSIBLY BE THE ONLY ONE