The Nonsense in my Head

The Nonsense in my Head My name's Elyse. I am from Philadelphia. I'm an avid reader. I have a running soundtrack in my head. I dabble in writing poetry. I'm an outcast and I'm fine with it. I don't care what other people think about me, I'm gonna be me no matter what.

Why do tumblr users only travel in odd numbers?

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lacygentlywaftingcurtains:

Because they can’t even

gingersnap-cookies:

I was studying for my driver’s permit a few months ago and took a practice test, and i just

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gingersnap-cookies:

I was studying for my driver’s permit a few months ago and took a practice test, and i just

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imessaged:

hover over each letter in this sentence for three seconds.

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herochan:

Happy Birthday to Artist Rodolfo Reyes!

Check out his DeviantArt and be sure to follow him on Tumblr.

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fuzzyfurballs:

Baby Nala plying with a ribbon

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dajo42:

when you and your best friend both think the same thing

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dixiepixie69:

Qualities I like in a man: Hot, a star, 10,000 degrees ferenheit specifically. I want him to be the sun.

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

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spicy-vagina-tacos:

yeah clowns and heights are scary and all but have u ever clogged your friends toilet

"No one’s life seems great between midnight and 7 a.m. Go to sleep. Things will be better tomorrow."

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