Not Your Kind of Person


martin—munster:

mescalineforbreakfast:

nttyfangirl:

kinkygeekgirl:

Ah haha well done!

Awesome!

Amazing. Laughed so hard at the Leia/Cersei one. 

D Y I N G !

xD

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Via now i'm nothing


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OH MY GOSH I’M SEEING DREAM THEATER TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


penutbutterqueen:

spookyphoque:

stop for just one second.

think about all the people you’ve secretly had a crush on. all the people you’ve found attractive, but never said anything to. every stranger you’ve temporarily fallen in love with on public transportation. all the people you’ve dreamt of and thought of in the early mornings.

and now take a moment to realize that you have been this person for so many people… and you have no idea.

…..

This post always gets to me.

P.S. If you see someone in public you really should approach them in a non creepy way and try talk to them. Talk to me if you see me. (Thats how Amoeba Guy approached me… just saying)

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Via Forget about my pain.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.



Can I have a love thats a mix of Ricky/Lucy with Morticia/Gomez 

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Via Forget about my pain.

madeofwut:

casperthefriendlycunt:

ethyne:

you’ve probably sat next to a boy in class that’s had a boner before

they were sitting next to me of course they had a boner 

Touché

Via Forget about my pain.

ithinkurafoster:

suptoast:

abatida:

gracklebird:

okay i just wanted this on my blog because it’s one of the best things i have ever witnessed.

Hipster cred restoration. 

image

This post is perfect.



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oscob:

The 8 chapters of Lars Von Trier’s Nymph()maniac


Via OH SWEET CHILD OF BEDLAM



who needs friends when you have followers that don’t speak to you

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restlesslyaspiring:

pearlsandink:

Men’s Rights Activists.

OH MY GOD THIS IS A PERFECT REPRESENTATION

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Via you fed me after midnight, FUCKER


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