Patoot

Hi, I'm Parker. I'm 16. Aspiring Warrior Poet. Hopeless, Awkward, and Romanticish. A Mystic with Spiritual concerns.

myndirnotur:

this show has 7 emmys

(via confused-and-misunderstood)

ladystilts:

This is the kind of boyfriend I need.

(via ryleighidk)

Oracular Spectacular

(via insomniamermaid)

ragdan:

Nathaniel Rooklyn, self portrait
via his instagram: nathanielrooklyn

ragdan:

Nathaniel Rooklyn, self portrait

via his instagram: nathanielrooklyn

(via dannyb0yfresh)

cherokee-days:

The man.

cherokee-days:

The man.

(via calebino)

(via calebino)

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(via spleegirl)

crystalmethalicious:

Instagram - @natashamia__

crystalmethalicious:

Instagram - @natashamia__

(via peepin-it-real)

tsukihi:

3ds games be like “remember to take breaks”

remember to eat my ass, bitch i only been playin for 6 hours

(via peepin-it-real)

(via calebino)

Surround yourself with those who bring out the best in you, not the stress in you.
yungmanic:

I think it’s absolutely crazy how feelings can flicker so quickly, deteriorate so easily. One minute my ears are filled with the sound of your soothing voice complementing my every thought, mistake and action- then the next you plaster me with doubt, mentally suffocating me with criticism. I don’t know which is the truth and which is the lie, or what hurts more; the compliments or the suffocation. Weird isn’t it. I am not sad because your feelings changed, or that you lack understanding. No. I am sad that you are letting go of someone who was willing to change themselves into a better person. Change for you. All the care and feeling I have towards you is being thrown away. You let go of that, you let go of me. And you will never find that again. Another girl? Sure, but not the feelings I had. No matter how hard you search. Never. Giving you a chance and showing the slightest bit of affection was an ocean of effort. Appreciate me. Patience is all we needed, all you needed. But waiting seemed like a forever maze; an inescapable facade, an emotional trap. I can’t keep living in the past, the only time that’s real is now, the only time that exists is now. Our touch, our laughter, forever hugs, feelings, kisses and every depressing word I just wrote no longer exists. It’s in the past. Dead.

yungmanic:

I think it’s absolutely crazy how feelings can flicker so quickly, deteriorate so easily. One minute my ears are filled with the sound of your soothing voice complementing my every thought, mistake and action- then the next you plaster me with doubt, mentally suffocating me with criticism. I don’t know which is the truth and which is the lie, or what hurts more; the compliments or the suffocation. Weird isn’t it. I am not sad because your feelings changed, or that you lack understanding. No. I am sad that you are letting go of someone who was willing to change themselves into a better person. Change for you. All the care and feeling I have towards you is being thrown away. You let go of that, you let go of me. And you will never find that again. Another girl? Sure, but not the feelings I had. No matter how hard you search. Never. Giving you a chance and showing the slightest bit of affection was an ocean of effort. Appreciate me. Patience is all we needed, all you needed. But waiting seemed like a forever maze; an inescapable facade, an emotional trap. I can’t keep living in the past, the only time that’s real is now, the only time that exists is now. Our touch, our laughter, forever hugs, feelings, kisses and every depressing word I just wrote no longer exists. It’s in the past. Dead.

(via frostbitecherrry)