Jessie
Chatting with friends all night
Hisssss don't use my name

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$LAYYYTER

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Jessie
Chatting with friends all night
Hisssss don't use my name
Mason
can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reasons why they love you.
I swear I will start this very very soon
But what if you just want to support your friends? Oh, say you don’t have any disorders and are psychologically healthy. A white bracelet designates psychological health, and the beads represent your loved ones that you hope will get better. I guess you would have to get multicolored beads, or even make charms with a large main bead, and smaller detail beads, but those of us healthy people can support our friends who often feel alienated because of their disorders
I don’t know how you can’t reblog this ..
What an old TV.
Wow that lamp color does not suit this room you all are terrible.
And that painting? Lord, landscapes are so tacky.
What purpose does that lamp even serve? The TV is blocking most of the light, it can hardly be used to illuminate the entire room.
You guys are either blind or have a very fucked up sense of humor.
Just stop ignoring the horrible paint job at the bottom of the end table. It’s not funny, it’s disturbing.
Now that is just disgusting. What poor decorating. I mean honestly who puts a reading lamp next to a TV anyway. And some photograph of trees? Real fuckin’ nice asshole.
I dunno you guys, I think the texture of the walls is lookin’ mighty fine.
okay, so no one sees the butt on the TV screen
I’m sorry, but why would you paint the walls white? That’s such a boring color.
That room could really use some pretty curtains. Plain windows are dull.
What that room really needs is a nice comfy chair.
HOW ARE YOU GUYS IGNORING THIS? that carpet really needs to be replaced, i don’t fancy that beige
IT REALLY BOTHERS ME THAT YOU GUYS ALL DON’T SEE WHAT’S ALL OVER THE ROOM AND COVERS THE WALLS? HEEEEELLLLLLOOOO???? IT’S ONE SHADE OF LIGHT BEIGE, WHO THE HECK DESIGNS A ROOM IN THE PRACTICALLY SAME SHADE OF LIGHT BEIGE?
THAT’S SO WRONG
NO…JUST
NO
Why is there blood all over the walls?
Why haven’t you bloody noticed?!
you must be new here,
When a character death is so sudden you just sit there in shock for three minutes wondering where the hell that came from
If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
Sports Update
Swimming/ diving practice just finished and everything hurts. Not in the sore kinda way, more like 2 bellyflops, one ending upon my face and knee and the other my neck. I decided that my central thing would be swimming although I'm not sure how I'm gonna manage swimming, diving, the winter play, and Scholastic Schrimage. I could really use someone to bitch to *Boyfriend, hint hint* maybe I should change my name to swimmer-for-scott, hmmmmmmm
Hey Theodore Roosevelt, remember that time someone tried to assassinate you, but you just laughed and proceeded to give a 90-minute long speech with the bullet lodged in your lung, where it remained for the rest of your life? Or when you tore up your leg after being thrown into piranha-infested waters while exploring uncharted Brazil? Or all those times you broke your ribs from falling off horses while doing badass jumps? Or when you destroyed the sight in your left eye in a White House boxing match? Or that time you killed a cougar in a knife fight (seriously)? And how the only way death could finally get to you was in your sleep, in the early morning on January 6th in 1919. Here's to TR as the infinite inspiration for pure, condensed badassery.
furnweh:
Theodore Roosevelt, October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919
“Death had to take him sleeping, for if Roosevelt had been awake there would have been a fight.”
Original Badass.
All of our presidents combined can’t add up to how much of a badass he was.
TR Appreciation Post ‘12
Not to mention he was an attractive mother fucker.
And most importantly, he rode Moose.
I hope when Joe Jonas has a kid and they get in argument they bring
this up
flaming slow motion tennis
here you go: physics porn
SCIENCE
Lost it over the last gif
the name above the pocket
he hit the tennis ball OUT OF THE FIRE stop, drop, roll, whack with a tennis racket
white people in their natural habitat
what omg
the english language, everyone
This hit me like a brick
And people wonder why authors use italics and bold so readers understand what the hell is going on.
Oops, I’m dumb.
I only found like… two?
I never said she stole my money.
I never said she stole my money.
I never saidshe stole my money.
I never said she stole my money.
I never said she stole my money.
I never said she stole my money.
I never said she stole my money.
To clarify:
I never said she stole my money. (Someone else did.)
I NEVER said she stole my money. (I would never rat her out like that.)
I never SAID she stole my money. (I merely IMPLIED that she stole my money.)
I never said SHE stole my money. (I just said SOMEONE stole my money and never pointed any fingers.)
I never said she STOLE my money. (She’s just taking a buggerdly long time about paying back that loan.)
I never said she stole MY money. (She stole money, sure, but I’ve got no horse in this race.)
I never said she stole my MONEY. (But I’m pretty sure I had nuclear missile launch codes on my person because I am an idiot, and now she’s standing next to the launch controls with a shit-eating grin on her face and I’m REALLY a moron. But I’m still a wealthy moron, so that’s okay?)
okay who else sat there and read the sentence 7 times emphasizing a different word each time
Heh. Nuclear launch codes.
idk if you guys have seen this yet, but this is indi cowie.
no explanation needed. just watch
I text back embarrassingly fast
or three hours later
there is no in between
Indian officials ventured into a deep jungle, investigating several missing persons reports from a nearby city. What they found was a “Tower of Silence,” or dakhma. Zoroastrians use these sites to dispose of bodies in the open air.
While sites like these are not uncommon in certain parts of india, several peculiarities hint at something more unusual…
None of the bodies depicted in the photograph were identified. Villagers from nearby, though initially surprised at the sheer number of corpses in the dakhma, proved unable to recognize the bodies. The corpses also do not match the descriptions of the missing people.
There were no animals around except for maggots and flies. Zoroastrians rely on birds (i.e. buzzards) to dispose of the bodies, in the belief they are contributing back to the Earth. Officials found the corpses relatively untouched by any sort of animal.
There is no official count of the bodies. In fact, little work was actually accomplished at the site and, perhaps, this is why only one photograph has emerged. Officials avoided the spot - not only because they felt uneasy looking at it, but for the following, as well:
The deep pit in the center of the photograph was filled with several feet of festering blood - far more than the bodies on the outside could ever supply. The stench was so unbearable that many of the officials began to get nauseous when they first approached the dakhma.
The expedition was ended when a villager accidentally kicked a small bone into the pit, penetrating the coagulated surface of the pool. A massive burst of gas from the decomposing blood erupted from the pit, splashing those looking into it, along with the photographer.
Those caught in the explosion were immediately sent to the hospital, where they were quarrantined for possible infection. They became delirious with fever, shouting about “being tainted with the blood of Ahriman” (the personification of evil in Zoroastrianism), despite never having admitted having any familiarity with the religion.
In fact, many of them had no idea what the dakhma was when they had found it. Delirium turned to insanity as many began to attack hospital staff until they were sedated. The fever eventually killed all of them.
When officials returned with HAZMAT gear the following day, the site was empty. All the bodies had been removed and, astonishingly, the pool of blood inthe pit had been drained. All that remained of the incident was this photograph.
Well I guess it’s started…
okay that is fucking scary