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Jul 20

deadgirlandghostboy:

satanic-cactus:

freakingkeeper:

earthquackandbcm:

bluebellgirl:

 

I couldn’t scroll past this.

"rock is evil"

People are fucking idiots

Every single person I’ve met in a punk or rock band have been the nicest people I’ve met in my life.

Not to mention that bands like Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, and many other artists support the fuck out of cancer foundations.

And that Of Mice & Men visited a girl in the hospital who was dying of cancer more than once. And when she dies, Austin got a tattoo of her name.

urge to kill… rising.

Jul 20

thekawaiiangel:

awkwardsituationist:

“world of averages” - composite images culled from thousands of individual portraits resulting in symmetrical average faces

this was too cool not to reblog

Jul 20
fuckyeah1990s:

Around the World (1997) :: Daft Punk

fuckyeah1990s:

Around the World (1997) :: Daft Punk

Jul 19
kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

Jul 19

kingofbastille:

kingofbastille:

my twin brother is trying to convince me to have our 16th birthday dinner tomorrow night at Buffalo Wild Wings

image

the spare

Jul 19

*eats you out as a friend*

chiefsimba:

iknownothingisalliknow:

revitiligo:

thepoetspace:

amerikkkanpie:

Blows your back out as your homie

Gotchu walkin funny as a testament to our friendship.

makes you cum in the spirit of comradery

Got ur legs on my shoulders to show u how deep our friendship is

hits it from the back to let you know im here for you

Jul 19
tactical-facepalm:

Regret in one face.http://tactical-facepalm.tumblr.com/
Jul 19
Jul 19
shvnyyy-e:

zwamboobs:

blazepress:

Filming a rainbow when suddenly.

Sick

what the fuck

shvnyyy-e:

zwamboobs:

blazepress:

Filming a rainbow when suddenly.

Sick

what the fuck

Jul 16
Jul 16
retr0philia:

thebigblackwolfe:

elegantly-tasteless:

shesspiffytho:

Damn

KeKe out here spittin factsssss

YOOOO THAT’S NOT ALL




KEKE WENT THE FUCK OFF

ATTA FUCKING GIRL

HELL YES GIRL FUCKING RIGHT

retr0philia:

thebigblackwolfe:

elegantly-tasteless:

shesspiffytho:

Damn

KeKe out here spittin factsssss

YOOOO THAT’S NOT ALL

KEKE WENT THE FUCK OFF

ATTA FUCKING GIRL

HELL YES GIRL FUCKING RIGHT

Jul 16

edemamemama:

standingintheriver:

Children are not possessions.
Children are not accessories.
Children are not relationship band aids.
They are tiny people with the same amount of feelings as an adult.

But with less capacity to process, express and healthily contain those feelings when necessary.

Be kind to them.

Jul 16

necromorph-slayinglovemachine:

wHEN THE MUSIC GETS ALL INTENSE AND U CAN’T FIND THE ENEMY

image

YESTHISIS HOWIT IS

Jul 16
natsangell4evr:


me digging your grave

My first time on Tumblr, and this was the first gif. As soon as I saw it I knew I was already in to deep.

Welcome, grab a shovel.

natsangell4evr:

me digging your grave

My first time on Tumblr, and this was the first gif. As soon as I saw it I knew I was already in to deep.

Welcome, grab a shovel.

Jul 16

FUCK YEAH!