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all the time

all the time

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scourgefur:

hilarious-war:

seerofsarcasm:

ladyshinga:

theirwaywardangel:

haboku:

areyoutryingtospookme:

youhavebroughtthegiftoflove:

futuro-heroi:

Such an unexpected plot-twist.

oh my god wait what

best wedding photos ever

Omfg I wasn’t going to load the pictures but then I saw the comments so I did and it was SO WORTH IT

oh my god

guys, SEE ALL THE PICTURES IT’S WORTH IT

"There’s no fucking way i’m loading all these pictures" I said before I hit the comments. So I did. What an interesting wedding photo set (if this is even a real wedding).

PLEASE U NEED TO SEE

OH MAI GAWD PLEASE LOOK AT ALL OF THE PICTURES, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT

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we’re just
suicidal kids
telling other
suicidal kids
that suicide
isn’t the
answer.

belizeangypsy:

el-bendito:

Iconic

Romeo & Juliet

belizeangypsy:

el-bendito:

Iconic

Romeo & Juliet

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youngblackandvegan:

i’m in love with this picture!
credits?

youngblackandvegan:

i’m in love with this picture!

credits?

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husssel:

howtobeterrell:

blvckexcelllence:

lifesentences:

throughkaleidscopeeyes:

hausfever:

Pharrell and Oprah in tears after showing a video of the world dancing to his hit success ” Happy ” . ♥ 

i pray i marry a man as humble as Pharrell i swear i do

Aww boo… 

Precious lil one

i want this feeling

Oprah has superpowers!!!!!!!!!! She made like 4 black men cry in like the past year….

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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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