Soda.

The entirety of my life is just an aluminum can. Sticky and sweet and so, so bad for you. Deep brown, like molasses, just food coloring, dye. I was designed to carry a logo. Lusted after, but providing no nourishment. No feelings of my own. Citric acid, carbonated water. Void of substance. I’m just; Syrup.

fantabulouloren:

itsmemacleod:

callmebliss:

cobblestones-brokenbones:

okhaley:

127-lbs:

the-jackals:

tedbre:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

OHMYZOD IT’S BACK

I REMEMBER WHEN THIS HAD 10000 NOTES AND I HAD TO TAKE THE TIME AND SCROLL ALL THE WAY BACK UP TO REBLOG

This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen on this site

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Don’t fucking miss this show. Or the real cute poster I designed for it. 

Don’t fucking miss this show. Or the real cute poster I designed for it. 

Brand loyalty.

Brand loyalty.

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fuckyeahlilohan:

Lindsay Lohan talks about getting back to work.

"I don’t understand the crazy fascination with me, cause it kinda scares me."

Lindsay Lohan, The Canyons (2013)

Really, Cynthia?

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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don’t know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

American Psycho (2000)

dir. Mary Harron

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"Miley Cyrus can’t sing."
"Miley Cyrus has nothing important to say."
"Miley Cyrus is just another manufactured pop artist."


Go fuck yourselves.

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Father’s Day; A Haiku

I haven’t learned a

single thing from you this life

except how to leave.