♫ Hey I'm Kenna. I'm a multi-fandom blog - dw, sherlock, spn,
merlin, thg, hp, perks, Star Trek, ouat, tvd, divergent, tfios, and a few more mixed in :) Bands I like/post are sws, ptv, adtr, atl, fob, paramore, mayday parade, 5sos, boys like girls, the story so far, and p!atd. I'll follow back similar blogs :) and if you ever need to talk, my ask box is open. ♡ Stay strong babe. You're worth it, I promise ♡ ♫
nothing will fuck you up as much as the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order
"they’re just a character"
gently takes your hand
leads you outside
lets go of your hand
goes back inside
locks the door
mouths “fuck you” from the window
being hated by terrible people is such a good feeling
Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out one of your followers committed suicide.
11. March 2014
don’t you dare not reblog!!!!!!
If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you.
NEVER EVER EVER STOP REBLOGGING THIS EVER
(Source: e1en4, via jake-from-state-farm)
Things I will not judge you for:
Things I will judge you for:
•Not signalling while driving
•How you treat wait staff
•Which way you think the toilet roll goes
fall colors - black
winter colors - black
spring colors - black
summer colors - black
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok
(Source: sibiet, via thetomboywithheadphones)
if i ever got sentenced to house arrest i’d just laugh at the judge
(Source: hunterandrewpence, via youare-beautiful-love)
"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
"High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness."
"Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion."