I REFUSE TO TAG MY POSTS MY POSTS WILL EITHER MAKE IT TO THE PEOPLE WHO SHOULD SEE IT OR THEY WONT

I REFUSE TO TAG MY POSTS MY POSTS WILL EITHER MAKE IT TO THE PEOPLE WHO SHOULD SEE IT OR THEY WONT

btw i’m literally still in hell (thinking about clarke calling bellamy on the radio for 6 years and then bellamy came down to earth sexier than ever . and was dating echo)

I’m trying to explain the whole plot of The 100 to my friend and I’m beginning to realize how wild this show is.

Aliko Dangote, the richest man in Africa, has been tormented by a Brazilian man named Osvaldo for the last several years.

Fine I’ll reread yumi.

It’s said that everything you eat, even the air you breathe, becomes part of you. The axi that make up the matter you take in come to make up you instead. I, however, find that the moments we take into our souls as memories are far more important than what we eat.  We need those moments as surely as the air, and they linger. Potent. Yes, a person is more than their experiences, stacked up like stones. But our best moments are the foundations we use to reach for the sky.

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter

Real. You mean to tell me that evolution produced, this shit? Wild.

i'm like one of those people who are obsessed with gore because they 'like seeing how the human body reacts to stuff' but with like. sex.