#There’s a moment you know….you’re fucked
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#There’s a moment you know….you’re fucked
kenny: if you’re not doing laps, then what are you doing?
shaun: understanding.
me:
You think I need to be more cutthroat? No. That’s Morgan’s M.O. You’re different.
projecting your entire personnality onto your fave characters but also absorbing their own personnality into your own
And I’m getting quite tired of people saying everything that doesn’t fit their theory is either a lie or intended to make their theory seem false.
That’s a real shit way to see the world, good luck being trapped inside your bubble. It will burst some day.
I sincerely believe that there was a certain level of intentional hinting, but people have taken it too far.
We had a good run but there are boundaries that should not be crossed, that people keep crossing as if actual human beings aren’t affected by it.
I’m seriously considering deleting.
People doing incredible acrobatics to somehow make Martin literally saying ‘we’re not lovers’ into ‘we’re lovers!!!!!’ makes me a tad uncomfortable.
Students-
I know a lot of us walked out of class today. Personally I was in band. It’s the top band, competitive. Nobody wants to lose their place, or even slightly jeopardize it. This morning our director was on a rampage. No matter what though I was going to leave, even if I was alone.
Still, 9:57 and nobody was moving. 9:58 and the band plays on. 9:59, nothing. 10:00.
It’s hard to be the first person to stand up. Except nobody was the first person to stand up. Because at 10:00 the entire band, nearly sixty students, stopped playing. Put down their instruments. Walked out the door.
At my high school about 700 students walked out. We all had our own reasons. Personally I’ll never forget my first week of freshman year, when our pregnant social studies teacher was shot and killed. We were 700, all sharing in this one moment, remember the 17. Remembering our one.
In a democracy we’re told if we want change vote. Except as minors that right is not extended to us.
People can protect their second amendment rights, buy their guns. But they can’t pay for it with my life. They can’t pay for it with your life or my friends lives or my family’s lives or anyone’s lives, because it isn’t there’s to pay with. They don’t get to chose our futures. Not anymore.
For most of us Columbine happened before we were born. For our entire lives school shootings have been a reality, not even a tragic one. It’s just life.
Today, standing up, walking out, leaving the song, the lesson, the paper, leaving everything half finished I saw lives. Lives that never got to be finished because they died instead. So today I was walking out to try to say that I refuse to do nothing.
It wasn’t just a statement either. It was a promise. A promise of no more. No more standing by, sitting down, letting the grown ups talk, waiting till we’re older and smarter and have a louder voice. Together our voice is a clap of thunder, so let’s make this an electric storm, one that lasts until something changes at last.
If this was a promise then I hope we all have the guts to keep it.
Because enough is enough.
Stephen Hawking’s life, as told by @TheScientist_SH.
1942-2018.
Today I was rehearsing with the guitarist from the show I’m doing and I was coughing up a lung bc I’m sick and I was just kidding but I told him he needed to bring me a lemon for me to slice up and put in a cup of tea and so I show up to the show tonight to get ready and he sets down a big ass lemon on my dressing room table and then brings out like 5 boxes of Halloween Oreos and for those of you who pay attention to my posts you know what a big fucking deal that is and so long story short I now have a lemon and more Oreos than I know what to do with
update: tonight he brought me 2 lemons and a bag of cough drops. i’m running out of room in my fruit drawer in the fridge because i have so many damn lemons.
LIFE IS GIVING U LEMONS, MAKE SO LEMONADE !!!!!
okay but it wasn’t life it was a guy named howard
Update: tonight there were 3 lemons
Update: 4 lemons
Another update: I have 10 lemons and a date for Friday night
update: lemon boy carved pumpkins to ask me to be his lemon girl so lemon boy is now lemon boyfriend
update: lemon boyfriend and lemon girlfriend are very happy
update: lemon boyfriend and lemon girlfriend took a trip to the mountains this summer and decided that once they’ve graduated & are successfully pretending to be grown ups they will become lemon husband and lemon wife
hey guys guess what it’s been 2 years since the pumpkins and
we’re still each other’s biggest fans
Omg this is the cutest story 😍
THE TAG ON THE FIRST POST SAID HER ROOMMATE HAD A HUGE thing for him what HAPPENED!!!!
my roommate the time had a serious boyfriend of a few years and tried to tell me i couldn’t date howard. turns out she wasn’t the greatest friend and i didn’t need that kind of negativity in my life. so i got a new roommate. Howard.
that’s what happened
“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”
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Benjamin Mee
things to never forget
Can you feel it?
~The Bastille - Laura Palmer
i’m drawing this song today bye
Ummmmmmm check out this blog entry for The Hollow Client???
“As we stared at the suit, Sherlock quickly formulated a number of solutions. Alan had been winding Jack up to the point where Jack genuinely believed he was invisible. Jack had wrapped himself in a complex set of mirrors so that it appeared as if he was invisible. Or had been wrapped up in the mirrors by Alan. He briefly considered invisible paint. Perhaps Jack and Alan were highly-advanced scientists (they weren’t, they were media students). We’d been drugged on the way in and taken to an exact replica of 221B Baker Street where a camera was projecting the suit into the chair. I did stop him at that point and ask who’d have done that. He shrugged and suggested ninjas. Then he continued… the suit was a hologram, Jack had never existed, Jack was dressed up in the same fabric as the chair…”
WHAT THE FUCK.
can they stop proactively dragging us in the past through the blog, this is getting ridiculous
tfw your personality is insignificant so you remove it from the story so you can talk about yourself through mirrors a dead guy, the dead guy’s wife, and the dead guy’s boyfriend who lived intimately with him for five years and then, after a forced separation, showed up just in time to be the best man at the dead guy’s wedding
Emojis are Fine and all but fuck any site that automatically turns my :) into 😃 that shit AIN’T the same there’s fucking like. Connotations an’ shit
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u know what will really ruin ur day? anything if ur sensitive enough
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