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hiddledbythebatch: lampsu: have you ever had a friend who you love to death but at the same time...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 09:51:30 -0400

lampsu:

have you ever had a friend who you love to death but at the same time you fucking hate them and every once in a while you get an extremely strong urge to beat the shit out of them

Former Disneyland mermaid, Edie, shares what it was like to own...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 06:34:30 -0400

Former Disneyland mermaid, Edie, shares what it was like to own a tail and swim in the happiest place on earth:

Being a professional mermaid for Walt was nothing to take lightly. The Productions Department measured us from hip to toe for neoprene tails, complete with large flukes, and green starfish bras. We were taught to slither into the Submarine Lagoon from a hidden chamber and dolphin kick underwater to magically surface in the center of the pool. There we sat on a rock and untangled our hair with immense blue and yellow plastic combs, and plucked ersatz lyres.We worked in shifts of two, and traded off hourly.

Each time a submarine passed, we dove underwater to frolic about, hang upside down by spinning our tails, and to wave at curious faces plastered against the portholes. With practice we learned to smile without emitting bubble screens that would distort our faces into repulsive creatures from the deep. For all this we were paid $1.85 an hour - a whopping net of $59.55 each week.

December 5, 2012 screening of Life of Pi at the Piscine...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 09:51:40 -0500

December 5, 2012 screening of Life of Pi at the Piscine Pailleron in Paris, France

casismyfavoritecolor: tylerfucklin: brokenrecordsandwords: vel...

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 23:46:23 -0500

casismyfavoritecolor:

tylerfucklin:

brokenrecordsandwords:

velvetteen-rabbit:

trevorstmcgoodbody:

Holy Jesus that was adorable

I love in the end when he just goes “I’m leaving” -starts to leave then the little quietly says “I love you”. awwwww

i have never been cheered up in less than a minute before now.

the original troll

alittlepieceofinsane: This isn’t some tan girl covered in...

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 03:17:15 -0500

alittlepieceofinsane:

This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.

though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional sideeffects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.

nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.

until now.

She, is me.

and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.

you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,

eisenburrito: dickthehalls: #MOISTURIZE MEEEEE #what the...

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 03:17:26 -0500

eisenburrito:

dickthehalls:

#MOISTURIZE MEEEEE

#what the fuck is this show even about

my last post was 24 days ago i

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 23:54:51 -0500

my last post was 24 days ago

marcedith: …Paul Blow…

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 09:51:45 -0400

marcedith:

…Paul Blow…

"That song is suppose to make you forget about everything real…and basically all imagery. The whole..."

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 06:34:21 -0400

“That song is suppose to make you forget about everything real…and basically all imagery. The whole song. The sounds around it… I wanted it to just sound like the lyric did, musically. It’s one of those songs that you kinda lay down and close your eyes and listen to it…a little story or something.”

- Ryan Ross (Talking about “Behind The Sea”)

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Sun, 28 Oct 2012 03:17:19 -0400

halloweenuiq: imagine that you have a four year old and a really beautiful giant chocolate cake and...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 19:43:16 -0400

halloweenuiq:

imagine that you have a four year old and a really beautiful giant chocolate cake

and you put the cake in front of the kid and that’s it you dont give her any plates or any utensils you just sort of set the cake down in front of the kid and then tell her not to eat it

and the reason you tell her not to eat it is because she’ll get messy or she’ll eat too much and get sick but instead of telling her that you just sort of look at her and then go ‘yeah’ and walk away and leave her to her own devices

and then obviously the minute you walk out of the room she’s begins that cake i mean come on it’s chocolate and beautiful and yeah you told her not to eat it but you know what fuck that noise it’s a perfectly good cake why not

so she digs in but you didnt give her anything just the cake ( and what a beautiful cake it is ) so she just sort of digs in with her hands and she gets it everywhere and then eventually she’s eaten so much that she gets sick and you come back in a couple of minutes later and she’s there sprawled on her chair with cake all over her face and floor and feeling like she’s going to vomit and you shake your head at that four year old and go ‘i did all i could this is all her fault now’

that’s abstinence-only sex education

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Hi.

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 12:22:50 -0400

Hi.

Spill it all. Let it flow through you, dog.

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 09:47:53 -0400

cryaotic:

Let’s hit some reality up in this.

Let me paint you a picture. Weave this brush and throw in some color for you listen to the story of a boy.

Roughly five years ago a boy was there, sitting in his room, playing a popular massively multiplayer online role-playing game alone in the middle of the night. He was finishing up his last year of high school with little on his mind other than socializing with the players in the game he had been absorbed in for years prior to this night and ignoring all prospects of the future. The usual background hum of the fan in the dead of night abruptly drowned out the sudden sound of a woman crying, screaming, or the usual arguing over things like money with another older feminine tone and the like. This voice belonged to his mother, a single woman for as long as he could remember, a woman who tried her best to raise three children on her own after being left by numerous others.

His mother suffered from depression. On more than one occasion the boy found himself in possession of her medication to prevent her from overdosing purposefully on the pills. She desperately wanted to be loved. She refused to believe her very children did so, she wanted love from a man. A lover. She went through many men, all of them scum in their own unique way. Some addicts, some liars, some thieves, some users, others abusers. She was desperate, and adapted her own personality to that of who would accept her. If the one who would hold her in his arms was a user of a certain narcotic, she would begin to partake in such a substance as well. If one were of a more aggressive nature she would vent a similar rage onto her children in a similar, only psychological nature.

The boy did not even bother to learn the names of these men who came into his home. He knew they would not be there long. He looked at them with the greatest amount of silent distrust and unwillingness to accept as a passive introvert of a young adult could. He carried on to absorb himself into a game and block out the constant train wrecks that continued to assault his home-life.

Then, someone came in one night. He didn’t know this man. He knew his mother did due to the constant sounds of sex coming from the other side of the wall that he tried to drown out with headphoned music blasting. The position becoming extremely awkward when the left headphone died and he could hear it all, but that’s sidetracking. He introduced himself to the boy and, hesitantly, he returned the gesture as he continued to sit there, playing his online computer game.

Over time he saw more and more of this man. His mannerisms slowly falling off and becoming part of the boy’s own. After a while he noticed that, in his eyes, the boy saw almost an older version of himself in the man. Not so much a father-figure yet, but a friend. Someone whom truly understood his habits, his interests and could aid him in the things he wished to learn. All those hobbies and tasks he did alone, he finally had someone who would willingly and excitingly accompany him. All this, and the weirdest thing… his mother was smiling more. She was happy. She wasn’t crying. The boy thought, finally, things would work.

Finally.

The years roll by, the man and the mother wed, the family is happy. Parties, friendly banter, movie nights, things the family never once did before… they finally connected and acted as a true family should.

But then the crying started again.

The shouting. The accusations, the arguments of money, the worthlessness of another, the emotional out-bursts, the pills. So many pills.

In attempts to mend the shaky relationship the two decided to purchase their own real home together. With this, they thought, they could move past things. They could mature and truly rely on one another and grow old together. Things were wonderful for all but a handful of weeks. Then it all began again. The boy found himself lucky this time, his room finding recluse in the back of the house away from the screams and the shouts. He found himself staying up every night until the sun rises, falling asleep restlessly, being woken up almost as if on queue by sobbing of an emotionally abused woman, a woman whom he loved, but was only a man in age, not maturity. His own nervousness, his own scared personality, his own unwillingness to stand up and try to change it all keeping himself locked in his room, refusing to step forward and say that enough was enough. To be able to step up and protect the woman who protected him from the world during his days of innocence - he couldn’t do it.

He wasn’t strong enough to step up to the pain he witnessed every day, he was too much of a coward. He knew it was coming. He knew the accusations his mother made, the ones which she spoke of to which people deemed her simply paranoid, were absolutely true. He knew as well as his mother that the man had, for many months, been psychologically abusing the heart of the mother. All the while sleeping with another. Toying with the mother’s heart strings like a toy to toss around the room like a piece of junk - he treated her like nothing, completely different from when he first entered the boy’s, now man’s, life.

The biggest question that ran through the boy’s mind. The most confusing thing of it all he continued to ask himself was: Why would a man come into the life of someone, only to absolutely destroy her. To further crumble a woman’s trust in men after being abused and mistreated by innumerable individuals throughout the entirety of her life. All the while, all the while, treat the boy like nothing was wrong. To joke around with him, to treat him like a son. To treat him like a friend. To befriend him and let the boy begin to look up to him as the first father figure in his life, while you sit there and torment the only mother he has ever known.

Venting status: Achieved.

Sup.

iwillmindfuckyou: vvierd: badgerbutts: OMFG SERDXGCFBHJKLJH...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 16:22:18 -0400

iwillmindfuckyou:

vvierd:

badgerbutts:

OMFG

SERDXGCFBHJKLJHGFVDRETFHYHJKKH HHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT CHILD CRYING OMFG I CANNOT

theamazingg-ricky: Fun. - The Gambler I swear when I grow up,...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 13:06:51 -0400

theamazingg-ricky:

Fun. - The Gambler

I swear when I grow up, I won’t just buy you a rose, I will buy the flower shop and you will never be lonely.

bobsbananarack: jesteractivist: ‎”This was an ad made by...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 09:46:27 -0400

bobsbananarack:

jesteractivist:

‎”This was an ad made by bodyshop. But Barbie INC. found out about it and now it’s banned. Repost if you think this ad deserves to be seen.”

I drew this for my art project last year :D