I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit, I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground. Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’
im tightening my belt.
(Source: nilbogian-memes)
Time passes in moments … moments which, rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?
dwreckrawbinz:
I WANT TO BELIEVE
bahahahahah omg
brb dying
californiabrownandblue:
nicoleyoleypoley:
face-down-asgard-up:
thefemme-menace:
worstweapon:
tacocat-gifs:
Creepy Walking Thing seen on the Kinetica Art Fair, also in my nightmares.
ITS BACK
OH MY GOD ITS BACK
da fuck!?
NO
NONONONONONONO
WRONG. UNNATURAL. NO.
my favorite part is the little seat hahahahahahahhaha
WHAT THE FUCK.
(via vnesxo)
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