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vinebox:

They having a dance battle

im so upset

sad-behind-a-smile:

ceramonie:

patheticordinaryy:

sail-away-dreamer:

thesewoundswilljustnotheal:

unexotic:

mochi-taro:

i’m crying ok
This picture means so much to me. Because its exactly how I feel. omg.
omfg me
Who knew a gif could make me cry
i would change everything that i’ve done, the person i’ve become

thats how i feel man thats really how i feel

i will never not reblog this.this is amazing i feel like this everyday.

This is one of the most touching gifs I’ve ever seen…i will always reblog this. It says so much. Crying.

Crying so much right now.

this breaks my heart

damn..

sad-behind-a-smile:

ceramonie:

patheticordinaryy:

sail-away-dreamer:

thesewoundswilljustnotheal:

unexotic:

mochi-taro:

i’m crying ok

This picture means so much to me. Because its exactly how I feel. omg.

omfg me

Who knew a gif could make me cry

i would change everything that i’ve done, the person i’ve become

thats how i feel man thats really how i feel

i will never not reblog this.this is amazing i feel like this everyday.

This is one of the most touching gifs I’ve ever seen…i will always reblog this. It says so much. Crying.

Crying so much right now.

this breaks my heart

damn..

perilousseas:

equiuszahhot:

do you ever hear a line in a song and it’s just so painfully clever you just sit there in shock for the remainder of the song

marlboro-jack-and-razorblades:

ocean-ism:

deathtraders:

anti-v-ist:

oddsarentinmyfavor:

Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.

Reblogging in memory of the photographer.

dem feels

With the context of this photographer, this picture just means that much more. SO so powerful.

damn…

marlboro-jack-and-razorblades:

ocean-ism:

deathtraders:

anti-v-ist:

oddsarentinmyfavor:

Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.

Reblogging in memory of the photographer.

dem feels

With the context of this photographer, this picture just means that much more. SO so powerful.

damn…

sirenlovesong:

ariannagrandeofficial:

big-chicken:

cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way

THIS CAT THINKS ITS A HORSE

sirenlovesong:

ariannagrandeofficial:

big-chicken:

cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way

THIS CAT THINKS ITS A HORSE

shadesofamethyst:

lickystickypickyshe:

The Turkish company Pugedon has recently introduced a vending machine that’s an innovative way to help both the environment and our furry friends. It releases food for the city’s stray dogs and cats every time a plastic bottle is deposited, and it allows people to empty their water bottles for the animals as well.

This wonderful service operates at no charge to the city because the recycled plastic pays for the cost of food. So, with a little financial investment, the simple machines do a lot of good. They provide a steady source of sustenance to the animals, many of which rely on caring residents to regularly feed them. It also encourages people to make a habit of recycling and help conserve our environment for future generations.

Put these everywhere

jparent:

Hotbox Love Test - a poem about true love. That long distance kind of love that may or may not include farting

I suppose you’re wondering what we’re doing here,

under this comforter.

Well, darling, the truth is: I’m about to fart.

Now, before you get angry, or flail madly, or hold your breath,

just hear me out.

I’m not going to pretend that this is going to be a walk in the rose garden,

I’m no Sarah Palin, this is going to stink.

It might smell like stale popcorn salted in asparagus,

or a cabbage brownie,

or something Velcro and foul that clings to a pant leg like trash juice.

I’m not really a good judge of where these things are going to go.

They call this the love test.

Dutch Oven.

Hot boxing.

This is how you know you have something special.

It’s not about how we kiss and fall into each other’s lips,

how electricity conducts from our fingertips to each other’s body,

what ancient languages we blurt out when we climax together, simultaneously.

A relationship’s best moments are fleeting flashes of perfect,

the untenable hold of joy.

This is about those less than ideal moments,

the inadvertent times when we are simply human.

A loosened booger, trapdoor opening and closing with every breath,

finding underwear in the trash and we don’t say a word,

conversations on a toilet.

If you can’t love me in this awkward space,

just live in this filthy, stinky moment,

what will you do when it really gets bad?

Can you love me throwing up every hour,

my bedside table a heap of prescription bottles,

my pillow thatched with what little hair I have left to give?

Can you love me as you shower me in a chair,

wipe my ass as I sob “I’m sorry” at you,

throw away my underwear and not say a word.

Can you love me in the moments I stumble to recognize you,

call our son by my brother’s name,

or scream when I look in the mirror?

My stroke addled face may hang like a sheet on a branch, wrinkled and absent of cohesion,

just know that there are rings inside of me that are black and burned with you

that I would carve away the bark of me to get at.

We won’t always be able to slow dance 

when our wedding song sneaks onto the radio.

I may not agree with you about how the thermostat should be set.

There may come a time when we are planning my funeral,

and I insist on being buried in the shirt that says,

“Insert wooden stake here” over the heart,

and I hope that you will shake your head and do it anyway.

Like I said,

I’m not a good judge of where these things are going to go.

I hope that you will always love me, as I do you, in those difficult times.

Like this one,

where we are both under a comforter.

And I am about to…

sniff.

Is that you?!

Wow.

Is it weird for me to say how much I love you, in this moment, for that?

buttonpoetry:

Jesse Parent - “Hotbox Love Poem” (NPS 2014)

"Just know that there are rings inside of me that are black and burned with the memory of you that I would carve away the bark of me to get at."

Performing during the Button Showcase at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.

"your mother
didn’t spend
9 months
forming your body
inside of her
just so you could
hate and destroy it"
"I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone."
Dan Howell  (via tellmefive)
"Everything in my life has happened very early, personally and professionally. I’m always learning; I have to."
Neymar Jr (via neymar—jr)