No one:

Not even God himself:

Me, hearing the first few notes of Don’t Stop Me Now and thinking of the last part of Borhap:

A very cute, young Bri with his guitar.

You’ve heard of “thanks, I hate it,” but allow me to introduce to you:

y’all should reblog and put in the tags what your first concert and your last concert were, and what your next concert will be if you know

reblog if you're GAY, support GAYS, or if you think it's COOL to PUNCH NAZIS

Not gay but I’m an ally 💞 And I’d love to fucking knock out a Nazi

all of the above !!

me before shaving: Ugh

me after shaving: I am smooth and perfect. I am sleek. I am the dolphin, I am the rider of ice. nobody can touch me, I cannot be touched. I am so fast. nobody could ever touch me

emotional self-harm exists and is fucking horrible

going back to an ex you KNOW will hurt you? consuming media you KNOW that triggers you? isolating yourself when you KNOW you need help? that’s a form of self-harm and needs to be acknowledged first to get help.

to be clear; this isn’t a callout. this is recognizing that emotional self-harm is a form of harm.

take this as a gentle reminder that your pain is real, that you are heard, and, most of all, to reach out for help.

Reblog and tag with:

Neigh.

This is the notorious party with all the rumours and he looks like a choirboy on the church outing sneaking a cheeky beer at the back of the bus

my two moods

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