Always enjoying the Cenary!!

I am WEAK lmaoo

this is so cute and makes me so happy

If you just want sex from a girl, then just have sex with her.

Don’t bother taking the time to ask her questions about her life. Don’t ask about her family. Don’t ask her how many kids she wants to have one day. Don’t ask her about her past loves. Don’t ask her about her dreams and aspirations. Don’t ask her what she’s passionate about.

If you just want sex with her, don’t bother telling her about yourself. Don’t tell her about how you’ve had your heart broken before. Don’t tell her that you love falling in love. Don’t tell her she’s beautiful. Don’t tell her the things you like about her.

If you just want sex with her, NEVER tell her you like her.

Especially because her mind will wander. She’ll start thinking about all the fun things you two can do together. She’ll start thinking about how she might introduce you to her friends. She’ll start thinking about taking you to all her favorite places. She’ll blindly assume you’re thinking about the same things she is because, after all, you like her. Right?

If you just want sex with a girl, don’t let her like you. Don’t let her think you care, not even a little bit. Because when you decide to just disappear, she won’t be so confused. She won’t feel like she’s actually missing somebody.

She’ll fully understand that you only wanted sex from her.

Zodiac Capricorn Facts. Get familiar with your zodiac sign here.

Tumblr 2015 in a nutshell (so far)

Me, on a date: “So, what are your thoughts on the dress?”

My date: “Actually, I came here to audition for the role of Pluto and I will be singin-”

Me, immediately shoving breadsticks into purse: “I’m sorry I have to go home immediately…”

My date: Okay… That sounds fake but okay.

Me, gorging breadsticks into my mouth as I head out of the door: “Ugh these breadsticks are a beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure…”

By Fallout Boy

Throw a list of the Zodiac signs as breadsticks in there and it will be 100% complete.

Me: This year I lost my best friend

Them: Quit telling people I’m- JOHN CENA

JUST DO IT

gun

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

I usually don’t post stuff like this, but this is soooo powerful.

This left me with my mouth dry and tears in my eyes

Oh my god.

When shadows of the past disturb my night, you make them run and hide Cause nothing is the same since I met you … 

The fourth largest religion.

In the name of Adobe, the Reader and the Writer.

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

ehh what the hell

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

Oh? Well… *reblag*

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

not risking it!!

My life sucks right now so can this be that one thing that helps?

this is disgusting

don’t let this be swept under the rug. this is another instance where a girl will not feel beautiful for the color of her skin, another time where a girl will not have representation. this is another instance where young girls will be wondering why they don’t have perfect skin and curves. don’t let this be forgotten about.

*vomits furiously*

Actresses were turned down because they said they weren’t looking for a Native American actor. DO NOT SUPPORT PAN!!! This is a Warner Bros. production, directed by Joe Wright (who has taken credit for deciding the tribe would be multicultural but gave it a white poster child ((and a white leading cast all around))).

I’m still not over this

HOLY THROWBACKK

@MaxGeorge: Hell yeah my boy! Thanks @icelollyholiday ! Having a blast! #Marbs2015