anarch0-punks:

List of my favourite things:

  • Beards
  • Tattoos
  • Beards
  • Nose piercings
  • Beards
  • Chinese
  • Beards
  • Ginger beards
  • AND LONG HAIR MMF

(via traiilmiix)

facefuckink:

My mom said tattoos just don’t look good on women in dresses.. How can one say this? Look how gorgeous she is. Damn

facefuckink:

My mom said tattoos just don’t look good on women in dresses.. How can one say this? Look how gorgeous she is. Damn

(via pastel-raindrops)

geek-bait:

carry-it-with-you:

b0ngs-n-th0ngs:


When Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets died in 1990, Disney released this picture of Mickey consoling Kermit the Frog.

Reblogging for the hundredth time

but what if he’s consoling Kermit because he remembers how he felt when Walt died and he doesn’t want anyone to go through that alone

geek-bait:

carry-it-with-you:

b0ngs-n-th0ngs:

When Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets died in 1990, Disney released this picture of Mickey consoling Kermit the Frog.

Reblogging for the hundredth time

but what if he’s consoling Kermit because he remembers how he felt when Walt died and he doesn’t want anyone to go through that alone

(Source: thelandofdavid, via pastel-raindrops)

sirmichaelscott:

“You’re not leaving tomorrow… You’re leaving today, righ?”

(via x-v-i-i)

He’s known me for so long that I don’t understand how he can’t comprehend that I wake up every single day and I’m physically repulsed by myself.

How I put on a front while I resist the overwhelming urges to scratch the flesh off my body just to feel less suffocated by the apron of fat I trudge around in every day.

And how I wake up every day exhausted of living and lying.

And drag myself through the day and fall to sleep at night praying I don’t have to do it again.

And how I fucking wish I would die because I’d rather be dead than feel the way I feel.

Because I have never NEVER hated another person the way I hate myself.

Because I am disgusting.

And I am worthless.

And everytime someone makes a comment like that it reconfirms the fact that my existence is flawed,

I am entirely broken and I’ve run out of the desire to waste my energy pretending to be something I’m not. Because I can’t. And I’m done.

FUCK YOU.

When someone makes you mad, but you can’t hit them:

laugh-addict:

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(Source: gnourt, via tellmethedefinitionofinsanity)