Wherever The Wind May Take You

My World Is Filled With Crazy People And Crazy Things, Step Into It If You Dare :)

pin-stripe-zeke-ray:

sorryicare:

i-love-these-bands:

thedevilwearsdec:

So I decided to put a bunch of Lucker Stomps together…

My heart breaks a little every time I see a picture of Mitch, but this makes me feel so good

I would love to have seen the kind of tantrums he threw when he was little

brutal

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whovian-all-over:

ohyousillypotato:

And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.

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The blogger is a shy, docile creature…

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… that prefers the darkness…

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… and tends to be wary of the outside world.

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The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.image

We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…

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… but to no avail.

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I am so glad this is back

(Source: mechapuppy, via chillin-with-officer-peppercorn)

cashime:

remember to do something nice for yrself today

like go ahead and order a whole pizza with pineapple on it if u like pineapple even if no one else does bc u know what?? they can just deal with it

u own that pizza my friend. have a nice day

(Source: tinyharpy, via chillin-with-officer-peppercorn)

jaclcfrost:

why be interested in people close to your age when you can be interested in people twice your age that are twice as attractive and twice as unlikely to ever reciprocate your feelings

(Source: jaclcfrost, via deantheshygoddess)

gottashipemall:

hawkandhandsaw-az:

nevillelongbadass:

#WHY ARE YOU THE WAY THAT YOU ARE

HOW ARE YOU REAL?

I think Tom developed a multiple personality disorder since he started playing Loki

(Source: theraddy, via deantheshygoddess)

"eat, baby.
eat.
chew.
please.
I know it hurts. I know it doesn’t feel good.
please.
I know your hunger is different than mine.
I know it doesn’t taste the same as mine.
imagine you could grow up all over again
and pinpoint the millisecond that you started
counting calories like casualties of war,
mourning each one like it had a family.
would you?
sometimes I wonder that.
sometimes I wonder if you would go back
and watch yourself reappear and disappear right in front of your own eyes.
and I love you so much.
I am going to hold your little hand through the night.
just please eat. just a little.
you wrote a poem once,
about a city of walking skeletons.
the teacher called home because you
told her you wished it could be like that
here.
let me tell you something about bones, baby.
they are not warm or soft.
the wind whistles through them like they are
holes in a tree.
and they break, too. they break right in half.
they bruise and splinter like wood.
are you hungry?
I know. I know how much you hate that question.
I will find another way to ask it, someday.
please.
the voices.
I know they are all yelling at you to stretch yourself thinner.
l hear them counting, always counting.
I wish I had been there when the world made you
snap yourself in half.
I would have told you that your body is not a war-zone,
that, sometimes,
it is okay leave your plate empty."

empty plate | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

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