sexorcize:

yahoneydip:

This fucking woman

You all know this is gonna be us as grandparents

cruciothatbitch:

kenway:

watch at least the first minute of this

i did not want this video to end

ursering:

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Honestly the immediate presumption that your children are hetero isn’t okay because then that’s all they know and they feel lost and confused when they start being attracted to the same gender. Allow your children to express themselves in any way they want, your son wants to wear a tu-tu let him. Daughter wants to play baseball, play with her.


Artist.
discosmackdown:

colonelofspades:

fuckyeahattackoftheshow:

#Sharknado toys exist now, guys.

I NEED IT

SLAMS MY FISTS ONTO TABLE

discosmackdown:

colonelofspades:

fuckyeahattackoftheshow:

#Sharknado toys exist now, guys.

I NEED IT

SLAMS MY FISTS ONTO TABLE

crazy-jensenackles-fangirl:

50shadesofacceptance:

Spread this shit like wildfire 

kids in my school are starting a petition to start a gay club

crazy-jensenackles-fangirl:

50shadesofacceptance:

Spread this shit like wildfire 

kids in my school are starting a petition to start a gay club

senkisaragi:

I can’t believe I posted this with a typo and NO ONE corrected me………..

senkisaragi:

I can’t believe I posted this with a typo and NO ONE corrected me………..

16/??? Pictures From DRAMAtical Murder Official Works

kibo-komaeda:

【ネタバレ】さよなら希望ヶ峰学園 by 北屋郎
※Permission to upload this was given by the artist
euo:

“Tell you what. Truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

euo:

Tell you what. Truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it.”

Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

phyxiated:

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Im crying oh my god

phyxiated:

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

Im crying oh my god

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