21 5 / 2013
21 5 / 2013
worb:
to stop kids from doing drugs they should just give the drugs less cool names
if ecstasy was called “moist curdle” i can assure you that nobody would be interested in trying it
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21 5 / 2013
this is still one of my favorite photos of all time
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via gallana)
21 5 / 2013
runwhenisayrunfightwhenisayfight:
IM TRYING TO CREATE A GIF SET BUT I CXANT STOP LAUGHING
someone please reverse this gif
u r welcome
HOLY SHIT THANK U
(via ofknightandspace)
21 5 / 2013
- 1: why is this character still alive
- 1: it was adam and eve not adam and breathe
21 5 / 2013
Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING SHITTING ME
guys
GUYS
SHIT
SHIT GUYS
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21 5 / 2013
21 5 / 2013
21 5 / 2013
"
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.
"
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21 5 / 2013
This is the most inspiring thing I’ve seen in a while
(Source: monkaroo, via abetterplaceabettertime22)
