vein13:

serenading-the-unicorn:

gymleaderkarkat:


What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle



it got better

vein13:

serenading-the-unicorn:

gymleaderkarkat:

What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

it got better

Via: pembroke

Last week, my brother and I were talking about floppy disks, and he said he’d never used one, and I used to use them all the time.

Day before yesterday I turned 23.

Last year I graduated from high school because I dropped out at 16, and when I went to enroll in public school to finish in Idaho, they said, “No, start over.”

I could have just gotten my GED, but I wanted to get into Standford or Berkeley. So I went through another four years of high school, and when I finally graduated, I was so burnt out that the very idea of attending another class or dealing with another teacher nauseates me.

Day before yesterday I turned 23, and I am tired and I am old. I spend my afternoons sleeping and my nights working. In the in-between, I spoil my nephew, who terrifies me because he is just like me. In the in-between, I have at least 26 projects going at once, and sometimes I stop in the middle of one to pick up another.

There are days in my life where I become so riddled with anxiety that I become so sickly that I can’t get out of bed or go to work. Instead I just go back to sleep.

Day before yesterday I turned 23, and only two of my friends remembered. I slept for most of the day, and spent the rest joking and playing games with my family.

Day before yesterday I turned 23 and I am okay.

I am better than okay, I am fantastic, because my days are filled with laughter, and family members who love me, and friends who would bend over backwards to make me happy.

Right now I can’t bare the thought of college, and I’m not particularly successful in my day-to-day life, especially when it comes to cleaning my room, but I’m happy and I’m alive, and I’m surrounded by people who love me, even when they don’t like me.

Last year, I was 22, and I was always miserable.

On New Years Day, I wanted to write something to anyone and everyone who might stumble across my awkward blog. 

I wanted to say something inspirational and helpful and kind.

Now this is mostly for me. This is mostly a way of putting something out there—some kind of proof that things got better—proof that I fucking made it.

But it’s also for you, whomever you may be.

I’m not hurting right now, but maybe you are, and I’m here.

So, if you’ve made it this far, don’t be afraid to message me to talk about whatever you want. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind receiving a message box full of cuss words, as long as it makes you feel better.

I’ll just be happy to look at it and think, “You made it, too.”

sorry:

Why have a social life when you can have internet and a netflix account instead

Source: sorry Via: philcoulson

tifferini:

Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild.

Source: tifferini Via: breenwolf

"I just love bowls so much" [x]

lovelysif:

What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding, says Cersei Lannister to a waiter And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore.

Source: lovelysif Via: lokiofasgard

dunkelmans:

The gay agenda is ruining the children?

Wrong. The children are ruining the gay agenda.

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asheathes:

Teen Wolf AU → The soul eaters

Allison and Lydia as a pair of malevolent creatures who feast on the souls of men.
Source: asheathes Via: breenwolf

wanglnciaga:

so when ur famous do u just magically have great skin or

Yes. Famous people do, in fact, use magic to achieve beauty. The spells they use to achieve such a feat are cast by magical creatures who they call “make-up artists.”

Source: deadlustre Via: pizza

Queens

Not entirely sure how I should feel about the fact that the most exciting point of my day was walking through the kitchen isle in Fred Meyer.