idcbutts:

aloradiva:

newyorkcitysoul:

strawberryfck:

“this is the result of my cat laying on my iPad and taking a picture of himself”

I CANNOT BREATHE

LOOK AT ITS LITTLE TEETHIES.

OH MY FUCKING GOD



53,644 notes   -  22 December 2012


I don’t know if I’ll have the time to write any more letters because I may be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it. You made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen and there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here. And I am looking at her, and she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the building and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song, on that drive, with the people you love the most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.

46,391 notes   -  22 December 2012


Russell Brand & the Westboro Baptist Church

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64,244 notes   -  19 December 2012

prussiatheninja:

set-your-spirits-f-r-e-e:

my teacher just said van gogh was the 19th century version of instagram

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“hay guise trimmed ma beard lol”

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“omg guise just tidied ma room”

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“omg guise look at dis view, no filter xoxox”

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“chilling in da club”

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“NEW SHOES OMG”

IM G ONNA

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do not let me fall.: Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poemAnd he...

pollutionofdreams:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year…
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