The utter perfection of this cannot be conveyed by mere words…
omfg I just got a text message from my friend that reads:
Brooke, come to Balmoral tonight…You will find my corpse washed up ashore. Bury me, my friend, with an epitaph saying “to die, to sleep, perchance to dream”
i love this line so much, even though it means nothing to me, the way she sings it makes me happy inside.
(Source: years-before, via katiejanekaboom)
AZEALIA BANKS // 212 FT. LAZY JAY
NEVER FORGET.
The moment when a guy flirts with you, and you remain oblivious until they make their awkward exit.
Well done, Brooke
well done
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?!
(Source: johnnyhatesyou, via jamsport)
A world without Vegemite is a world I don’t want to be a part of…
(Source: foodonnebulae)
I feel as if there is a person with a sledgehammer just working away at my uterus…
I’m dying….
