The picture going around comparing Shain Gandee's...
letterstoemery: I come from a military family. I understand the sacrifice soldiers make, but regardless of cause of death it is still death. Its a sad experience for ANYONE, and just because he was a free spirit does not mean he should not be mourned. It is no ones fault but the MEDIA that soliders deaths are not made more public.
If I was a guy for a day,
chellodello: thecolorplaid: I would: Masturbate. Hug a girl to see if it’s true that they can feel their boobs. Walk around the house naked. Pee behind a building. Ask someone to kick me in the balls to see how painful some boys say it hurts. Yell at girls at the mall saying, “CAN I HOLLA FOR A DOLLA?” Stare at my penis. Get a blowjob. you seem to think that getting a...
I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL JUNE 15!!!!!!
Two words: Luke Bryan. Ahhhh!! going with my baby and all of my best friends <3 I’m so excited!
me in public:
me in the halls:
me in a crowd:
me when I meet someone new:
me at parties:
me in class:
me when someone tries to make small talk:
me at family gatherings:
me home alone: CAW CAW MOTHAFUCKAHS
me home alone: *dances about wildly*
me home alone: *shout-sings broadway tunes*
me home alone: BAHAHAHAHA FUCK EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS
me home alone: *makes derp faces in mirror*
me home alone: I'M JUST A POOR BOY, NOBODY LOVES ME
me home alone: *watches my shows and openly sobs and writhes from feels*
me home alone: PEACE OUT BITCHES I'M FREEEEEEEEE
takeabreaththenrun: fondue-my-star-spangled-ass: giftyisgifted: “man lying in bed smiling” that is not a smile that is a cry for help some one photoshop taylor swift behind him please
The things I want to do with you.
ayeeeitsjawn: cook together fall asleep in your arms cuddling late night movie dates sing together slow dance feed you take care of you when you are sick listen to all your problems hug you when you are sad be silly with you pillow fights go to the beach play in the snow ice skating hold your hand in front of my friends fall asleep on the phone EVERYTHING.
parents: in five years you won't even remember his last name
me: in five years it'll be my last name
I miss my babe !
My mom is yelling at my brother and I overheard...
Mom: GO TO YOUR ROOM
Brother: that's not fair
Mom: DO AS I SAY.
Brother: You never send Lizzie to her room when she's in trouble!!
Mom: Lizzie never leaves her room. If she were in trouble I'd make her sit in the living room or go outside or talk to human beings.
Me: I CAN HEAR YOU.
my mom actually punishes me with this......is this not normal or something?....
Me: I have anxiety
What most people think I have: I'm shy and can't talk to people. I'm awwwwkwaaaard.
What I actually mean: I have full blown panic attacks which include heart palpitations, breathing problems, shaking, sweating and constant fear that I'm going to die when faced with situations I find uncomfortable.
being stalked by all my “friends” now for dating the person that I am.. I wish people could just mind their own business.
No longer on that single girl statusss :)
My faith is in God, not the Mayans.
farmerstansandbarefeet: No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. -Matthew 24:36
You know what I really want to happen?
the-fisher-queen: oatmeal-nuts-andhalfabanana: Everyone who was born before the end of 2012 should all pretend the apocalypse actually happened in December. Like we should all have our war stories and pretend to be veterans and tell our kids and grand kids stories about when we defeated the zombies. And we should write about it in history textbooks and say that people who deny that it ever...
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via mermaiderotica)
Ahhh! I can't wait until tonight! :D
(I am working the register over Christmas.)
Me: “Find everything today?”
(Note: she is silent through the transaction, which includes a gift card.)
Me: “How much would you like on this?”
Customer: “Oh, sorry. Can I have $150?”
Me: “No problem.”
Customer: *after paying* “Can you do me a favor?” *she hands me the gift card* “The next customer you see that you think could use this, could you give it to them?”
Me: *stunned* “…Of course!”
(After a minute another customer comes up, a visibly upset young woman.)
Me: “Hi! How are you?”
Customer #2: “I’m okay, thanks.”
(Clearly she is not ok, but she is trying very hard to be pleasant. She is getting very basic items: milk, bread, eggs, etc. Nothing very festive.)
Me: “So your total comes out to $0.00.”
Me: “The person before you gave me a $150 gift card to use for the next person I thought could use it. You look like you’re having a rough day, so here are your groceries, and there’s about $130 left on this card.”
(The customer just started crying. Once she could, she thanked me about 100 times. Made my whole Christmas season.)