a dose of reality

MUSIC ASKS

A song you like with a color in the title
A song you like with a number in the title
A song that reminds you of summertime
A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
A song that needs to be played LOUD
A song that makes you want to dance
A song to drive to
A song about drugs or alcohol
A song that makes you happy
A song that makes you sad
A song that you never get tired of
A song from your preteen years
One of your favorite 80’s songs
A song that you would love played at your wedding
A song that is a cover by another artist
One of your favorite classical songs
A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke
A song from the year that you were born
A song that makes you think about life
A song that has many meanings to you
A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
A song that moves you forward
A song that you think everybody should listen to
A song by a band you wish were still together
A song by an artist no longer living
A song that makes you want to fall in love
A song that breaks your heart
A song by an artist with a voice that you love
A song that you remember from your childhood
A song that reminds you of yourself

lowkeat:

Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love

We’re all a little broken inside.

blogsecret:

Every time I look at my phone I’m wishing there’s a text or call from you.

63 plays

0kdn:

The summer playlist begins

That’s wadup. I’m drunk with GaryB

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blogsecret:

you were the boy who changed my life. you were the boy who made me love myself. you are the only person i’ve ever felt comfortable enough around to talk to about my problems, and expose my true self to. i fell head over heels for you. we loved each other so much, and we still do. you ended things…

poeticvendetta:

fucking amazing, zoom in if you can

loveanddrevenge:

questionromanova:

sillyarms:

marththebland:

vagiqua:

Rule #1 of Tumblr:

you must reblog our creator whenever he comes up on your dash

david karp looks through the notes of this post, puts all the urls he sees onto the safe list, then deletes the rest of the blogs. reblogging this post is like when the jews put the lamb’s blood on their doorposts so the angel of death wouldn’t kill their firstborns.

Must reblog for that comment

That comment, my God..

Wow I hate everything about this

buttsdotcom:

FAVORITE POST ON TUMBLR EVER

MY LIFE.

wow

yaaasmineb:

cherry-and-also-bomb:

♡♡♡

Luff u

kimchiiandtea:

timereaper:

edenhain:

officialdogblog:

totallytransparent:

Semi Transparent Lips & Nails (changes colour with your blog background - drag it!)

OH YMG OSH THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED IT TO BE

This. Is bad ass.

Ohmygoodness, it looks so cool on my page!

trinityburn:

I don’t care how many libraries there are in the world, I still look for you when I can’t find the right synonym for beautiful. I may never be the one who sleeps next to you at night, but at least let me be the love letter tucked beneath your pillowcase to remind you that no matter what, you will always be loved by me.

durrellreg:

woaaahitsro:

nonparael:

pegacornalley:

heiress-to-the-industries:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you?

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE

OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG

Oh god tumblr, I love you.

THIS IS BRILLIANT.

HAHAHAHA