battybatty:

noose:

gypsyvale:

clarfbarf:

This made me laugh

Hahahahaha

OH! hahahahahaha

STOP battybatty:

noose:

gypsyvale:

clarfbarf:

This made me laugh

Hahahahaha

OH! hahahahahaha

STOP battybatty:

noose:

gypsyvale:

clarfbarf:

This made me laugh

Hahahahaha

OH! hahahahahaha

STOP

battybatty:

noose:

gypsyvale:

clarfbarf:

This made me laugh

Hahahahaha

OH! hahahahahaha

STOP

“And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.”
— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

(via dirtyprettything)

nodamncatnodamncradle:

burningbrooklynbridges:

grown. ass. men.

you scared she gonna strike out yr precious baby boy? OH TOO LATE.

they were doing a special on her on one of the news channels at the gym. i didnt have the headphones so i couldnt hear the story, but one of the photos they showed was of a little girl in the crowd holding up a sign that said “I want to throw like a girl.” For every pathetic, insecure grown man who is threatened by this amazingly talented girl, hopefully there is another little girl who is inspired. But that she has to put up wit this kind of abuse even though she is OBJECTIVELY the best pitcher in the league right now and can throw a ball SEVENTY MILES PER HOUR is absolutely uncalled for. She is truly phenomenal, and those dads can all go eat shit and live

(via thesoftghetto)

Find me on vinted.com! Cleaning out my closet and would like to sell some of my lesser/never worn clothes. Lots more to add, just put up a few things to start. User name: skt528

“Somewhere along the line, some years back, Mr. Burns seemed to have turned his emotions down to low, like the barest flame you could get on a gas burner before it went out altogether. That way you didn’t feel much, one way or the other; the decrease of joy was maybe compensated by the decrease of pain. It was a kind of bargain you made; a pact with neither God nor the Devil but some gray, purgatorial mediator who fixed your spirit with Novacain.”
— Going All the Way by Dan Wakefield

Feeling existential crisis-y lately. What are my hobbies? My goals? My passions? I have no clue. Is this that time for the whole “finding myself” thing? How do I do it?