The world how I see it.

I am 22. Lover. Fighter. Random. My friends and family are my life. I've been through a lot, and am stronger because of that. And I'd like EVERYONE to know, if you need anything, my ask box is always open. I'm a friend & I'm here to listen. Twitter
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westayedinthewater:

tobycelery:

Great Dane puppy voices his displeasure at being forced to get up early

GOD

i am this dog

(Source: videohall, via thatgirlwhotakesphotographs)

sheisdrawntothefire:

I thought it was important to make sure y’all had access to the actual video of Chris Pratt braiding hair because it’s pretty important. You’re welcome. 

(via lysnk2)

Anonymous asked: you look fucking stupid in a dress, DUDE

dajo42:

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come closer one second

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little closer

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okay close enough

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i have a simple question: which of us is wearing a crown?

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that would be me.

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do you know what this crown means?

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it means i look fucking cute

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and you’re the human embodiment of a sore butt

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now as your fucking queen, i royally declare

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that i am beautiful and you are a listerine enema

So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you’ve met someone from the Internet and they’ve turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist.

she-hulk-smash:

insipidinspiration:

feelingswithbrandy:

SO MANY

My actual real life ride or die best friend who will be the maid of honor at my wedding and is the reason I am friends with almost every single person I am currently friends with YOU KNOW NO BIG DEAL. she-hulk-smash

I MET insipidinspiration ON THE INTERNET AND SHE IS MY IRL BEST FRIEND AND LOVE OF MY LIFE AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT

also my LA princess and angel of debauchery and joy, @electricalmuse

The Internet is a magical place and good people are on here meeting each other and becoming life long friends.

I met my boyfriend of 3 years on the internet. And some of my best concert buddies online too. It can have it’s ups and downs, but the internet can be a pretty great place to meet people too.

(Source: possessivelaufeyson)

iridessence:

thegirlwithcaramelskin:

uglv:

Beagle puppy barking for the first time. “I…don’t know how to express my feelings!”

YOU SHOULD SEE MY FUCKIGN FACE LIL PUPPY UR SO CUTE MLOVE MER

omfg

;~; ;~;

(Source: youtube.com, via she-hulk-smash)

beben-eleben:

Jim Dingilian proves that a creative and skillful artist can create works of art with just about anything. By coating the interior of empty glass bottles with black smoke and then carefully brushing it away with tools mounted on dowels, he creates detailed and beautiful but dark works of smoke art that are dripping with a sense of suburban decay (via Bored Panda).

shut the front door. this is SO rad

(via femmefatty)

59oz:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

DO IT PLS

(Source: wishtoconfess, via artemis-hunt)

random-clarity:

theoddoneouut:

ellosteph:

A game of Never Have I Ever that takes a twist, and will leave you with chills at the end. 

that is not what i expected, woah

I thought this would be fun, but I got bitch slapped with life

(via milesjai)

"I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?"

(Source: badkryptonian, via hiiccup)

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

—Mitch Albom (via sexpansion)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via justbrittanie)

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  

And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 

Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.

I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”

I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.

Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.


(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  
And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 
Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.
I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”
I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.
Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.

(via lovingthebeautifulyou)

lovegraceredemption:

neutralize:

I think people are slowly starting to understand the kind of boy I am. This might help.

Ugh. Such a sexy boy. Seriously. I can never get over how flawless you look. I just have such this ‘bat my eyelashes at you and I want to converse with you for hours’ kinda crush on you.

You are mesmerizing. 😍

Boy? Until I read that all I thought was, Damn! This girl is fierce. Your makeup is on point. Teach me your ways