they’re coming home for the hoilday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you
whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through
Many happy and safe returns I hope.
they’re coming home for the hoilday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you
whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through
Many happy and safe returns I hope.
they’re coming home for the hoilday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you
whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through
Many happy and safe returns I hope.
“Killed 99 bears”
a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.
My favorite part is “We hope he has gone to rest.” What, like… they weren’t sure? Maybe, if ever the bear uprising should start again, he would rise from the ground to finish what he started and slay that 100th bear?
Was this man so powerful they are concerned he might not have decided to rest at all and is simply biding his time?
The bears made that tombstone.
A warning, and a prayer.
That he really, truely stays down.
This is too badass not to reblog.
#i had 99 problems and they were all bears so i fucking killed them
Reblog for last comment
I hath 99 inconveniences and they were all animals of the ursine persuasion. Now they trouble me no more.
“Killed 99 bears”
a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.
My favorite part is “We hope he has gone to rest.” What, like… they weren’t sure? Maybe, if ever the bear uprising should start again, he would rise from the ground to finish what he started and slay that 100th bear?
Was this man so powerful they are concerned he might not have decided to rest at all and is simply biding his time?
The bears made that tombstone.
A warning, and a prayer.
That he really, truely stays down.
This is too badass not to reblog.
#i had 99 problems and they were all bears so i fucking killed them
Reblog for last comment
I hath 99 inconveniences and they were all animals of the ursine persuasion. Now they trouble me no more.
(((i dont usually make posts like this but this is really fuckin important to me)))
So these are pictures of me (i have the darker hair; in the last picture, i’m on the right in the stripes) and my best friend, Anna (she has the lighter hair; in the last picture, she’s on the left with the Jaws shirt). I’ve been best friends with Anna for 3 years now and honestly, I would build a ladder to the moon for her.
She’s the funniest, kindest, sassiest human being that I’ve literally ever met, and she understands me. She knows things about me that I would never even dare telling my family.
This past February, I became bulimic. I was so insecure and I absolutely loathed myself, so I turned to extremely unhealthy eating habits. This went on for a few months, and I realized that keeping it to myself was literally destroying me. So, I knew that the one person I could trust was Anna.
Within a couple of weeks after I told her, she made me feel like I was worth something. I would tell her that I was tempted to purge, and she’d either text to me, or walk to my fucking house, which is at least a mile and a half away from hers. Now, I haven’t purged since May.
She always talks about how she wants to grow up with me—how we’re going to graduate high school together, go on road-trips together, get tattoos together, be bridesmaids in each others’ weddings, and buy a really tiny apartment together and figure out how to make it work…but lately, she hasn’t talked about the future like that anymore.
Anna helped me, and now it’s my turn to help her.
Lately, Anna has been thinking a lot about suicide. She’s got severe anxiety and she has admitted to me that sometimes, when she’s walking across a street, she wishes that a car will hit her. She says that she feels like literally nobody cares about her, because she is not beautiful or worth anything, and it honestly scares the shit out of me.
I don’t think I would ever be able to live without her in my life. She’s the most beautiful, kind, worthy person I’ve ever known—she helped me recover from an eating disorder, for fucks sake—and I just want her to see that.
So please reblog this to show Anna how many people think she’s worth so much.
PLEASE REBLOG. I’m going to show her this on Christmas (if it gets notes) just to show her how many people think she’s wonderful
So REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK ANNA IS BEAUTIFUL.
Please, everyone reblogging to help this girl, and pray.
(((i dont usually make posts like this but this is really fuckin important to me)))
So these are pictures of me (i have the darker hair; in the last picture, i’m on the right in the stripes) and my best friend, Anna (she has the lighter hair; in the last picture, she’s on the left with the Jaws shirt). I’ve been best friends with Anna for 3 years now and honestly, I would build a ladder to the moon for her.
She’s the funniest, kindest, sassiest human being that I’ve literally ever met, and she understands me. She knows things about me that I would never even dare telling my family.
This past February, I became bulimic. I was so insecure and I absolutely loathed myself, so I turned to extremely unhealthy eating habits. This went on for a few months, and I realized that keeping it to myself was literally destroying me. So, I knew that the one person I could trust was Anna.
Within a couple of weeks after I told her, she made me feel like I was worth something. I would tell her that I was tempted to purge, and she’d either text to me, or walk to my fucking house, which is at least a mile and a half away from hers. Now, I haven’t purged since May.
She always talks about how she wants to grow up with me—how we’re going to graduate high school together, go on road-trips together, get tattoos together, be bridesmaids in each others’ weddings, and buy a really tiny apartment together and figure out how to make it work…but lately, she hasn’t talked about the future like that anymore.
Anna helped me, and now it’s my turn to help her.
Lately, Anna has been thinking a lot about suicide. She’s got severe anxiety and she has admitted to me that sometimes, when she’s walking across a street, she wishes that a car will hit her. She says that she feels like literally nobody cares about her, because she is not beautiful or worth anything, and it honestly scares the shit out of me.
I don’t think I would ever be able to live without her in my life. She’s the most beautiful, kind, worthy person I’ve ever known—she helped me recover from an eating disorder, for fucks sake—and I just want her to see that.
So please reblog this to show Anna how many people think she’s worth so much.
PLEASE REBLOG. I’m going to show her this on Christmas (if it gets notes) just to show her how many people think she’s wonderful
So REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK ANNA IS BEAUTIFUL.
Please, everyone reblogging to help this girl, and pray.
FOR KIDS
OMG I GET THE REFERENCE
I DON’T SO PLEASE EXPLAIN IT TO ME.
Oedipus killed his own father then married and had children with his mother
and after he found out it was his mom he stabbed his own eyes
The ancient Greeks would think Breaking Bad was a bedtime story for babies.
It’s funny because I had to read that play for 10th Lit/Comp last month.
FOR KIDS
OMG I GET THE REFERENCE
I DON’T SO PLEASE EXPLAIN IT TO ME.
Oedipus killed his own father then married and had children with his mother
and after he found out it was his mom he stabbed his own eyes
The ancient Greeks would think Breaking Bad was a bedtime story for babies.
It’s funny because I had to read that play for 10th Lit/Comp last month.
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