This boy is trying to get a nude from my friend but she’s just acting like she doesn’t know what “a nude” is.
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This boy is trying to get a nude from my friend but she’s just acting like she doesn’t know what “a nude” is.
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being single is like… it’s just you and your bottle of water
gotta love that r/disneyvacation
It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be
wow this is one of the softest things I have read on here.
I needed this
i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”
I will never, ever, not reblog this.
*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.
I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.
“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt
I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.
Mine does.
His name is Robert Downey Jr.
You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.
It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.
I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.
I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?
The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.
I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.
We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.
We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.
The volume of blood was staggering.
I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?
Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.
He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.
He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.
She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”
He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”
He was a movie star, after all.
Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.
We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.
I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.
But I didn’t.
Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.
I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.
I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.
He remembered.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”
He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”
OH MY GOD………………………..
reblog forever
This man has been my inspiration for more years than i can count.
He and I were in rehab just a few months apart. He helped get me through the dark times before and during my addiction, and he helped get me through my darkest times. In fact, i can safely say that he has saved my life on at least 1 occasion.
I owe this man alot.
We’ve never met properly but if i ever get the chance, i want to thank him for everything. He continues to be my inspiration because if RDJ can hit rock bottom then make it to where he is now whilst still being the caring, loving and compassionate person that he is, then so can i.
And so can you.
The most iconic cats snaps of 2018
“i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america” is such a dystopian way to start the school day and it’s just… common place
working in retail
Why he sleeping like a glitched npc character
Seriously fuck this country right now.
Everyone of you in the US needs to check you’re still registered this weekend and register if you aren’t. And you need to go out and vote. And before any of you even get the thought of ‘it doesn’t even matter’ in your head FUCK THAT.
FUCKING TEXAS has a chance of going blue this election. Let’s make that happen. Get out there and vote and make sure this weekend you can.
remember: texas does NOT let you register to vote online. go to your local town center and register in person. check out this link to see the rules for how to vote in every state in 2018.
I love how groups of friends will end up adopting a group name. like wether it’s something just like “squad” or “meme team” an inside joke or something. and you’ll just refer to the group like one unit like “hey, the meme team is coming over,” and people will just know who that means. I love it. I love these little gangs filled with good pals.
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My followers: “You horny cuz you be posting all this porn ;)”
Me when I reblog porn:
Russian soldiers witness the awakening of an elder god.
Why does this stuff always happen in Russia? What are they doing?
Reality decided that’s the only place where it can cut lose, considering they don’t seem to give a fuck about anything.
“According to some of the YouTube comments, the fire was caused by burning zinc, and the screaming came from the underground pipes that had somewhat of a ‘flute’ effect when the air passed through the tubes.“
cool
http://en.zockme.com/screaming-fire-eerily-burns-out-of-the-ground-in-russia/
me: okay that’s a fire what’s so weird about it *unmutes* ………..okay…….
“They cometh”
goddamn that SOUND magnificent
I’m not into pranking people, so I decided I’d show you some animals that look silly instead.
Andean Cock of the Rocks (ALWAYS WATCHING)
Arabian sand boas (DOING THEIR BEST)
Dik diks (SMALL?????????)
Softshell turtles (SMOOTH BOYS)
Christmas tree worms (FESTIVE FRIENDS)
Saiga antelopes (I LOVE YOU BUT WHY)
Baikal seals (ROUND BOYS)
I refuse to believe any of these are real
Tibetan Foxes are also very good:
All of these look like my attempts to draw animals
Then know you drew one, just jot the one you intended. Sometimes the greatest achievements are someone elses greatest mistakes.
oh god i just remembered people ship thor and dr strange that’s like shipping jesus christ with a minecraft youtuber
I cannot stop fucking laughing at this comparison