August 29th, 2014

(Source: beyondces, via mkhunterz)

puddlejumpingchampion:

sophiealdred:

astoldbygengar:

lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.

disclaimer: this does not apply to children you have made

Looking at you, Cronus.

(Source: mayadevilou, via attackonfandoms)

ohawkguy:

the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.

(via mistakesarelifeanddeath)

wishuponastardis:

Special skills: extensive Harry Potter knowledge, can watch an entire TV show in a week, knows words to every Disney song, can form abnormally strong attachments to fictional characters, Microsoft Word

(via mistakesarelifeanddeath)

  • (A young girl that is about 14 years old walks in. She gets some looks from our other patrons, as she has bright purple hair, multiple piercings, a leather jacket, and ripped jeans. It is freezing outside and she has a scowl on her face that makes me nervous.)
  • Me: “Hello, welcome to [coffee shop]. How may I help you?”
  • Young Girl: “I’ll take five of the largest black coffees you have, and ten of your ham and cheese sandwiches.”
  • Me: “Okay, will that be all?”
  • Young Girl: “Yeah.”
  • Me: “Your total is [price].”
  • (To my surprise, she pulls out a $100 bill. I am suspicious, and I check to make sure it’s real. It checks out, and I give her a bag with her sandwiches.)
  • Me: “Here is your change. Your coffee will be ready in a moment.”
  • (I keep an eye on her as she stands around glaring at anyone who looks at her. I see her looking at the tip jar. When I hand her the coffees, she asks me about it.)
  • Young Girl: “Your tip jar says that the money goes to you guys. Are any of you in college?”
  • Me: “Yes, I’m going to Rochester Institute of Technology. A few others are in college as well.”
  • Young Girl: “Good for you.”
  • (She pulls out the change I gave her and a few more $20 dollar bills. She crams then in the jar and salutes me jokingly before walking out. I am stunned, and chase after her. I find her on the street corner talking to some homeless people and handing out the sandwiches and coffee.)
  • Me: “Excuse me!”
  • Young Girl: “I’m sorry, did I forget something?”
  • Me: “No, but you just tipped us over $100 dollars. You’re also giving away a lot of food.”
  • Young Girl: “Yeah, my dad is crazy rich. I feel like I can do more if I actually interact with people instead of signing a check to a charity. Every Friday I gather anyone I see who needs a good meal, and buy it for them.” *she smiles brightly* “I may be young, but I can make a difference. I usually hand out flyers for homeless shelters or soup kitchens, too.”
  • (Without another word, she walks off silently. I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the week. It goes to show you that appearances aren’t everything!)

stop-chicken-nugget-abuse:

nevvzealand:

happy birthday someone

I like reblog going this becaUSE WHAT IF YOU SAW THIS ON YOUR BIRTHDAY HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE

(via dontbeanassbutt)

(Source: 5tonefield, via mollyhopoer)

archivesofawesome:

I honestly think this is the greatest gif of all time.

archivesofawesome:

I honestly think this is the greatest gif of all time.

(via mybuckystar)

sofuckingblue:

tell yourself you’re hot. tell yourself you’re amazing. tell yourself you’re untouchably, radiantly attractive. do it every day, even if it feels like you’re lying to yourself. insist to the mirror that you’re the cutest thing its ever reflected. if you do it enough eventually it wont feel like lying anymore, it’ll be automatic, and you’ll recognize yourself as the incredible babe you really are.

(via attackonfandoms)

Why Guardians of the Galaxy was awesome

comicconverse:

  • wicked hella music
  • it made me cry more than once
  • "we are groot"
  • the queen of sci-fi and chris pratt
  • basically it was just a band of misfits, not heroes, saving a planet
  • tiny dancing groot
  • it never took itself too seriously, and even though it was an action movie, it was still funny and heartfelt
  • there was about 12% of a romantic subplot, but it never went very far
  • just groot in general

(via mybuckystar)

visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."
You may also like: THE BOY WHO LOVED TO READ & THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

visualeyesed:

ramen-naruto:

sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late but I’m hearing the voices again."

You may also like: THE BOY WHO LOVED TO READ & THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Holy plot twist

Dude that gave me goosebumps!

(via thejovenshire)

religiousmom:

do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song

(via mybuckystar)

vegay:

i love being called lady by people like when kids are in ur way and they’re parents say “let this lady pass” it’s like heck yeah im a lady

(Source: plnts, via polishingopals)