The Road Goes Ever On and On.
Down from the door where it began.
Hi I'm Kailey, I'm the (not so) average white girl. I enjoy long walks through Mordor and my favorite person on the planet is Legolas. Oh and I kinda love Asia and everything about it. ^^ P.S.I promise I don't bite... unless your into that kind of stuff ;)
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The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.

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This is how child molesters should be treated


This is how child molesters should be treated

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'girls don't have to clear their internet history'

let me explain you a thing



And this:


Because we don’t watch porn. We read it.

And our minds are our 1080p HD full screens.

With good acting

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  1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
  2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
  3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
  4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
  5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
  6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
  7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
  8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
  9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
  10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
Top Ten Things to do Before You Graduate High School by M.S. (via sestinalia)
4 hours ago on April 22nd | J | 177,299 notes


Don’t get too attached, or you’ll end up hurt.

I am an incredibly sensitive and jealous bastard jfc (please watch in high res bc they look disgusting just like that) (I mean the already look disgusting as they are but you get the point

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I am the only one who does this orr…

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every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor

lots to look forward to

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I once said that I would change the definition of beauty,

Make it so the freckles that covered his skin were not a blemish,

But a thousand constipation letting his soul shine out to the world,

Because that was the part that was beautiful.

And yet he covered it with black sleeves and a pound of make-up.

On July days when the weather was hot,

If you kept him away from prying eyes,

He might pull his sleeves back,

And you might see the lines that now played dot to dot with his stars.

And he’d lay on your floor and sing a little of key to songs long forgotten to you,

Because you were too busy watching him tap his fingers along your ankle.

Because that was the part that was beautiful.

And in the dead of winter he’s make snow angels in your font lawn,

And drag you out in your pajamas to see them.

When you’d ask him why?

He’d play with the hem of his jacket and bite his lip ‘til it bled.

As you reach out to wipe the blood away he’d stop you and say,

"Because you’re my guardian angel"

And he’d smile crookedly,

And you would back.

Because that was that part that was beautiful.

And in the fall he’s get so excited about the pumpkin flavored stuff that he’d eat his weight in it.

When he’d get sick from it,

You’d stand outside the bathroom and ask if he needed anything.

He’d stick his head out with a grin,

Saying that he needed some pumpkin juice to wash the taste away.

And you’d laugh and do it.

Because that was the part that was beautiful.

And in April when the rain dotted your windows,

He’d awaken you from your slumber at midnight with his persistent ringing of your doorbell.

He’d laugh when you’d open the door groggily and hand you a bunch of flowers.

You’d give him a look and he’d smile,

"Happy Birthday"

You’d lean in for a hug and listen to his heartbeat.

Because that was the part that was beautiful.

But, I can’t change the definition of beauty,

At least not for him.

So this is a poem I wrote not all that long ago.  Sorry that I am a little awkward and weird and my video editing skills are sub-par.

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My poor ovaries…



My poor ovaries…

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