oh my I’m horrible.
Remember her?
Reblog and Click the photo to see her now
Preparing to have childhood ruined.
OMFGGGGGGGGGGG WHAAATTTTTTT
HOLY SHIT
(Source: hooneyc0caine, via greyscreations)
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I want to be like the movies.
I’m not saying I don’t expect fights or nights where we cry ourselves to sleep.
But I want some glimmer of hope that I will find contentment.
My room when I unpacked all my clothes from college. Took a while to get unpacked.
I’m sure if I went to a crappy school like GGC I’d be on the Dean’s List too. Good try about feeling good about yourself.
Long story shor-, well it’s still kinda long.
So I just came home for the summer from college yesterday afternoon. Today I was using the printer in our home office and my mom yells at me and goes, “You can’t just go around and acting like everything is yours. Treat me like you would a roommate; ask before you use anything!” Um, I didn’t have have to ask to use the damn printer before I was in college… I wish I was treated like I live here. Might as well get an apartment for god’s sake if she’s gonna do this. I mean really?
justwaitingforsomethingbeautiful:
Guys this is my friend Davis Hodge and his girlfriend Sam. He left his house Thursday Morning and never made it to school. No one has heard from or seen him since . He drives a black 99 Jeep Cherokee and lives in the Johns Creek/ Atlanta GA area . He’s only 16. please reblog . It could help us find him . We miss you Davis , we’re going to find you.
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This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing.
reblog this. NOW.
in all seriousness though
M..my heart just stopped… ;~;
Guys, you’ve got to reblog this. It’s reality and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.
I lost a friend to this kind of harassment. I really don’t want to remind myself of everything that happened so I won’t say a word about it. All I will say is, he was one of my best friends and the kindest person I had ever known. The pain I went through after his death was indescribable. I want you all to know that it’s not easing knowing that someone you love had such thoughts that they didn’t deserve living anymore. I’m not good with words at all so please excuse this lousy paragraph I have attempted to write to move you. I am serious though. Don’t ignore this.
i’m going to reblog forever.
This kills me, please stop this.
it seriously hurts to know people say this
how the fuck could you possibly send someone hate, or make rude comments when you know all to well that this could be the outcome, makes me sick. somebody please stop this from happening.
ALRIGHT STOP SCROLLING RIGHT NOW. REBLOG THIS. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE A HIPSTER, SUMMER, PHOTOGRAPHY, BOHO, SURF, WHATEVER BLOG. REBLOG THIS.
(Source: euclidwilliam, via lucky-six)
Just to say.
okay so let’s get this straight.
I’m not your bitch.
You do not own me.
I am not branded.
I have no tags.
I am not property.
Do not tell me, “If you do that one more time…”
Because I’ll finish the sentence for you:
“I’m gone.”
So what I have a friend.
You should try it sometime.
They’re really nice people.
But you wouldn’t know what nice is.
Yes, they slept on my couch.
But it was broad daylight.
Noonish perhaps.
The door was unlocked.
I was awake.
You walked in.
I said hey.
You left.
I’m not like you.
I don’t drink with people.
With you four hours away.
And party all night.
With you four hours away.
And have them sleep on my couch.
With you four hours away.
And you don’t find their pillow on my bed.
With you four hours away.
I’m not like you.
I’m not like you at all.
I don’t tie you to a tree.
And tell you to wait for me.
I don’t ask where you are.
And you don’t tell me.
But I’m on this leash.
I’m your property.
