Anonymous: Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"
Advice is such a tricky thing when you’re young.
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i’M SO SICK OF THIS MENTALITY THAT’S SWALLOWED 90% OF THE TEENAGE POPULATION THAT IT’S CUTE TO HAVE LOW SELF ESTEEM AND BE SAD BECAUSE IT’S ALL GOOD SOMEONE’S GONNA COME SAVE YOU BC NO SHUT UP IT’S NOT CUTE TO HATE YOURSELF OR HURT YOURSELF LIKE THESE ARE ACTUAL PROBLEMS THAT YOU NEED TO SOLVE AND NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE YOU IT’S ALL ON YOU
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a new ask meme: go to my ask and paste the last thing you copied and send it to me without any explanation
There’s something slightly bothering Ben though. While he says he’ll never be locked to one thing musically, he discusses the absence of a particular guitar tone in his music. Bringing up the subject of some obvious guitar heroes who have nailed their strict sounds like BB King and Clapton. Ben continues, “I just feel like I’m really not very good at that. So it depresses me sometimes that I don’t have the strict sound that I’m trying to achieve all the time, but maybe I’ll get there and hook into something one day and I’ll be like ok, cool, there’s the sound. But I’m playing around with some different guitars at the moment.”
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I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.
SIDE BURN「SUPER HAIR CATALOG」
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Anonymous: honeydew + pineapple
Honeydew: You fascinate me.
Pineapple: I think about you even when I’m not on tumblr.
this pleases me
Who am I to you? Anonymously leave a fruit or two in my inbox.Apple:
I haven't really taken notice of you so far.
You fascinate me.
You annoy me.
Mostly I tolerate you on my dash.
You make me uncomfortable.
I love your blog, but I'm not very interested in you personally.
I don't care so much for your blog, but I'm rather interested in you as a person.
Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.
I think about you even when I'm not on tumblr.
I'm not even aware I'm re-blogging from you when I do.
I wasn't even aware I was following you. How did that happen?
I wouldn't mind talking to you if you ever messaged me, but it's not that big of a deal to me.
I would really like to talk to you, but I never will initiate it.
I have no interest in talking with you on here.
Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention.
I often avoid liking and re-blogging your post so I don't draw your attention.
I'm not very interested in you or your blog, I'm just too lazy to unfollow you.
I've anon-ed you something personal before.
I've anon-ed you a compliment before.
I've anon-ed you hate before.
Never anon-ed you before, probably won't again.
We've never talked and I prefer to keep it that way.
We used to talk but we don't anymore and that makes me sad.
We used to talk and we don't anymore and I prefer it that way.
We talk on here sometimes and I want it to continue.
Command pilot Neil Armstrong seen through the window of Gemini 8 just before liftoff, 16/3/1966
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And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart.