snickidoodle:

american public school means if you record your teacher behaving inappropriately and show it to administration they would get you in trouble for having your phone out during class

(Source: spookyteengirl)

"I want to stain your lips with my name
So even if years later we aren’t kissing each other,
Girls will still taste the love we had"

storyofagayboy:


BREAKING NEWS
Michael Dunn has been sentenced to life in prison after killing 17-year-old Jordan Davis in 2012. The teenager was killed at a gas station in Florida when Dunn started a confrontation with Davis and his friends over their loud music. Dunn fired 10 rounds into the vehicle which also injured 3 others, leading to attempted murder charges. Dunn was found guilty of the murder charge on October 1st.
Finally, Florida gets justice right. R.I.P. Jordan Davis.


I work across the street from the gas station that Jordan Davis was killed at, and many of my friends went to school with him. Hmpf. What a shame. At least Dunn is finally locked up.
errl-rig:

More of the Purple Urkle

Been throwing up all day. Woohoo

minimalyzed:

replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less

I hate my anxiety. Literally no one understands it, not even myself. I get anxious over the stupidest things, and then its all downhill from there. But what I really hate about it is that I can’t explain it to anyone. No one ever knows what the problem is, and they just get frustrated with me. And that only makes my anxiety worse. I actually end up getting anxious about the fact that I have anxiety. I don’t know. Its just fucking awful. I often just want to cry and be by myself but no one understands that because they’re not hyperventilating and shaking like a fucking leaf on a tree all the time over something stupid. I had a panic attack about going to check the mail once. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Fucking awful. I hate anxiety so much.

blunts-and-robots:

lovemetoinfinity:

bendovalikethat:

livinginsperrys:

I feel I am sinning for reblogging this …

Single greatest picture

Jesus is killing it in BP

watch that fuckin elbow, jesus

I’m having an emotionally rough day. Well really, I’m fine but my mind wants me to believe otherwise. I would absolutely love to slit my wrists right now. They’re tingling. My wrists are longing to feel a razor slide against them. I haven’t cut in quite some time. There’s nowhere for me to cut that Terry won’t see. He was so devastated by seeing my cuts last time. I can’t put him through that again.

I know he loves me. I know he does. But sometimes, I just feel like I’m unlovable. That I’m a person who should cease to exist. And sometimes, I feel like all I need to do to make myself feel better is to cut. But after one cut, I can’t stop. I can’t never stop after one because losing blood makes me feel alive. Oh fuck I wanna cut so much. I can feel the tension in my wrists. I can literally feel that a quick cut would bring relief to my aching mind. I just can’t. I’m stuck between wanting myself to feel better and wanting Terry to be happy. He won’t be happy if I cut myself. I’ll be happy, but he won’t. Its not worth it. I’d die to make him happy. So I shall suffer.
seeeyasucker:

 Seventy Times 7 by Brand New
worldfam0us:

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