Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door. — Unknown (via noirdunuit)

(via lielabell)

beben-eleben:

Your Food is Secretly Talking About You Behind Your Back

(via igaveyouthemoon)

tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

(via teamrocketing)

mariovevo:

be the person your dog thinks you are

(via teamrocketing)

patterncrossing:

404paradise:

feat. Mario

You, sir, put too much work into this to not let it get at least a gazillion notes.

patterncrossing:

404paradise:

feat. Mario

You, sir, put too much work into this to not let it get at least a gazillion notes.

(via bidoofcrossing)