every time I find a youtube video with comments disabled I wonder what kind of shit went down

(via typical-boyband)


soft and chewy nutella white chocolate chip cookies.

Big Sur, SF | by: { floreg }


nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..

(via unconditionalhearts)