zootedboy:

hello

namasteh:

#84E2C3

gotchi:

superduperemily:

gotchi:

I hate straight people

*face gets really red and swollen and puffy and pissed off looking*

/you are a butt face/

What the fuck

captainthundercunt:

owmeex:

Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)

okay but THEY INCLUDED THE DOGGIE AND IT HAS LIL GREY HAIRS ON ITS FACE AHHH SO DISTINGUISHED AND MAJESTIC THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART

nasai:

drunkblogging:

omgggggg

ImM GOING THROUGH MY ARXCHIVE AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM GONNA CRY

Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already. —An overwhelmingly accurate statement (via insanity-and-vanity)

peachessssssss:

rockerchic93:

goldcumandrippedpants:

"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

He has a beautiful smile

he has a beautiful everything

sempiternalink:

I can’t believe drawing a black line across my eyelids makes me feel 10x prettier.

if you’re going to attack, then keep it up until your opponent breaks

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