The British call them crisps.
The Americans call them chips.
But i will always prefer the Norwegian one, potetgull, which directly translates to potato gold.
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The British call them crisps.
The Americans call them chips.
But i will always prefer the Norwegian one, potetgull, which directly translates to potato gold.
I AM ACTUALLY CRYING OVER THIS
So am I
and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME
it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand
how many followers do i need to get random asks god be nosy u little shits ask me about my personal life this is fucking boring getting nothing
Vacation with Zack.
Peace. Finally. The sea breeze brushed the loose strands of hair out of my face, it was paradise. Zack had eventually managed to escape from the hectic life of All Time Low for 2 weeks which he decided to spend with me on a remote beach in Hawaii, although unfortunately it was nearly over.
“Babe?” Zack called dragging me away from my thoughts. “You wanna go back to the room before you fry?” he joked, smiling at me.
“Sounds good.” You replied, jumping up and pulling your shorts back on. You were still in a bit of a daze, lost in your thoughts, as you felt two big strong arms wrap around your waist. “Oh, hello” you joked, poking Zack in the arm.
“You looked so beautiful in your bikini today, babe.” He whispered into your ear, his warm breath on your neck causing you to giggle.
As you threw your t-shirt back on you were sure you heard footsteps coming closer. As your head poked through you glanced around not noticing anything different.
“Ready?” Zack said, his voice making all your worrying thoughts disappear. You grabbed his extended hand and began walking back up the beach, each step you took causing some sand to fly up into theair as your flip flops dragged along.
“This vacation has been perfect, Zack. Thank you.” You gushed. He squeezed your hand in a loving way, almost to suggest that you should carry on. “It was nice to just get away from everything and everyone and i mean, no offence or anything, but it was nice to get away from your fans.”
“I understand what you mean, don’t worry. It must be pretty overwhelming for you.” He said, lovingly. You smiled at him, wondering what you did right to deserve such an amazing boyfriend.
The peace and serenity wiped over the both of you, the waves calming you, the beauty of the island captivating you into a dream world until about 100 ear-drum-shattering screams caused the peaceful, paradise dream to shatter around you.
“Zack!” you panicked.
“Just don’t let go of my hand.” He reassured.
The crowd of girls seemed to multiply as it hurtled towards the two of you. They seemed to swarm you, each girl trying to get a little bit closer than the next. Slowly but surely they were pushing you out of the way, your grip on Zack’s hand loosening little by little.
Eventually, one girl looked at me with venom in her eyes and shoved my down onto the floor causing all of the others to ‘file in’. I crawled out of the way and sat near a rock just behind the back of the group.
I felt kinda bad for leaving Zack to fight off all the crazy teenage girls all on his own but I didn’t know what else to do, they already hated me. Who knows what they’d think of me if I stood in the way of them meeting their idol. I glanced back over to see if Zack was coping and saw him smiling for a picture with some model type girl. It hurt seeing all those girl throwing themselves at him and yet he’s stuck with me.
Two of the girls at the back of the group kept glancing over at me, sniggering at some comment one of them had made. I tried to listen in, to see if my suspicions were true, although i was only able to catch little bits.
“Her!?! Really?...”
“But look at her?....”
“Zack could do so much better...”
“She seems like such a moody bitch...”
By this time they group had shrunk and they were pretty much next to Zack. I could see from where i was sitting that he was getting more pissed off with each word they were saying. He stood there shocked at how rude people could be. Something must have really thrown him over the edge as he cleared his throat, making his presence known.
“Do you mind!?!” he yelled, not loud enough to disturb/scare anyone but strong enough for the girls to know he was pissed. They squirmed around as they tried to think of how to dig themselves out of the hole they were in but it was no use.
“Look.” Zack started, “Whatever opinions you have about my girlfriend, you can keep to yourself because in my eyes she is beautiful and perfect and irreplaceable. So I’d like to keep her around if you guys would stop scaring her away!” I was shocked about all the amazing things he had just said about me.
He was walking towards where I was sitting, looking at me and smiling.
“Come on, babe. Let’s go finish this perfect vacation.” He said, taking my hand, as we walked along the beach, happy and in love.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen
Can you make an imagine about you and Zack going on vacation together and he gets swarmed by fans and they push you out of the way and talk crap about you and Zack gets pissed? And would you be able to make it long and cute? Your writing is amazing.
Oh, God. Thank you! I'm writing it right now. I hope it lives up to your standards <3 xox
Hey. Apologies
I know I've been really shitty on this blog for, like, ever but I promise I'm gonna start writing real soon. I have a piece currently unfinished (Jack?) and 2 more in my inbox (which is amazing)! Please send in request and i'll have them all done asap!
Thanks. I Love You All
xxx
just going to leave this here
Do you ever look at someone and then look at yourself and get sad
how things have changed
Jesus. Weird.
why cant life still be like this
“glamorous curves”
Where have the times gone?
honesty guys, this is just as bad. Instead of not liking fat people, they don’t like skinny people. Skinny people are gross and can’t be sexy or beautiful and guys can’t like them. It’s just as terrible as it is now but the exact opposite way. The world is never going to accept people how they are on the outside and it sucks.
So my teacher told us that two blue eyed people can’t have a brown eyed kid and this kid in my class said “but both my parents have blue eyes and I have brown eyes”. The teacher said “so you’re adopted”. THe next day the kid came in and told us that he confronted his parents about it and that they said he was adopted but wanted to wait for the right time to tell him.
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Today after the Of Mice & Men show, I met Austin Carlile. Nobody understands how much this means to me. I had missed half of their set list due to excessive vomiting, which sucked since I waited in line since 8:30 am. I waited after the show only to be told the news that the band wouldn’t be coming out to meet any of the fans. I instantly started sobbing. I sobbed my heart out for a good hour because I couldn’t meet him and hug him, and tell him how much he means to me. However, after sobbing my story to one of the band ushers, he went back on the bus and said he couldn’t promise me anything. I literally had no hope left to meet him. I was so heartbroken. But a few minutes later, the helper guy opened the bus door back up and behind him followed Austin. I broke down and my sobs turned to throbs. Austins first words were “I’m only here to see Hannah.” He called me over to him and hugged me. We hugged for a while, and then he looked at me and told me that he heard how upset I was. He asked me to uncover my face because I was crying, so I did. And then he told me I was beautiful. He looked at my wrists and said “What’s this.” and I said “Self harm.” and he looked up at me and said “Come with me.” Then he took me further away from people to talk alone. We talked for a long time. He put his forehead to mine and said “Hannah, next time I see you, if you have a single cut on your wrist, I will not hug you. You need to promise me that you will never hurt yourself again.” Of course I said no, at first and only had to explain to him why. But I did promise him. He held my hands in his the entire time we talked and I just opened up. He told me to @ him on twitter so he could follow me and to DM him whenever I needed to talk to somebody. He opened up to me about his mom and the whole jail thing. And when we hugged again I cried into him and said “Austin, your mom would be so proud of you.” and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said “I know she would. Because I didn’t give up. And I never want you to give up either.” then he kissed me on my forehead and said “I love you. and if you ever feel alone, and like nobody loves you, know that at least one person does always. And that’s me.” I replied with sobs and an I love you too. He wrote out my tattoo for me, also. And a really sweet note.
I threw away all of my blades as soon as I got home. Thank you so much, Austin. You will never understand how much you mean to me.
crying jfc
wow. Im crying my eyes out.
and people STILL ask why he’s my inspiration
I haven’t listened to their music but I love this and brb going on spotfy
i’m not even a fan but this is seriosuly the cutest and most amazing thing ever