stunningpicture:

Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

stunningpicture:

Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.

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Anonymous asked: I've been trying to figure that out

Me too.

Anonymous asked: What happens? Reality settles in.

But then what does that mean? Reality doesn’t mean much. It can take so many forms.

ewurajaja:

Recorded on Jay-Z’s iPhone. No amped mic, no reverb. JUST Bey.

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She sang that song. Will reblog this every time

I sure will Bey anytime

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humans-of-pdx:

Achilles. (Part 2 of 2)“I was a boxer from the age of 5 to 37. Unfortunately, I was forced to retire.” “What happened?”“I was run over by a car making a blind left turn.” He listed off the injuries to his back, neck, shoulders and knees. “They told me if I wasn’t so strong it would’ve killed me. But I had a good career. I trained under one of the best trainers in the world, and up against some great fighters.”“Do you work now?” “No. Well, I sell Street Roots, and, well… it’s a job and I’m glad to have it. I’d love to work other jobs, but with my disabilities, no employer wants to take on the risk of me injuring myself on the job and then having to pay workers comp. But I’m getting ready to leave Portland soon. I’ve got house in Wyoming that I bought when I was 17, and I’ll never go back to live there so I might as well sell it, and… ““Wait, you bought a house when you were 17?”“Yeah, my girlfriend at the time was pregnant with triplets and my dad helped us out and bought the land and we bought a mobile home on the property.”“You have triplets?” “We were going to have triplets. My girlfriend and I broke up for about the thousandth time while she was pregnant, and she was dating this other guy, and then things went badly. He pushed her out of a car going 40 miles an hour when she was seven months pregnant. Two of the babies died.”“Wow.”“But my son, he’s 36 now and he’s great. He was such an easy baby…I was the one to get up with him in the middle of the night. His mom and I had this great system worked out. I got her go back to school because she was waitressing and I knew at least one of us needed an education. So I’d watch him in the morning while she took classes and then she’d have him all afternoon while I worked. And then I’d take him on the weekends. I would tell his mom, ‘You go. This is boy time for watching football and boxing.’ So she had a lot of free time and that was great for her. She was so protective of him though. One time he threw a stick at a tree and it bounced back and cut his eye and of course she got upset and I was like, ‘It’s fine! He’s a boy, he’s going to get bruises and cuts and broken bones. If you shelter him from doing those things he’s going to grow up to be the most boring person in the world.’ She thought my ideas about parenting were screwball.”I interrupted him for a moment to point out a pigeon walking nearby with an obvious limp. “Weren’t you just telling me about a bird with a broken foot?”“Oh, yeah. I feed that bird on a regular basis, so he comes around when he sees me. I brought him a bagel today.”

humans-of-pdx:

Achilles. (Part 2 of 2)

“I was a boxer from the age of 5 to 37. Unfortunately, I was forced to retire.” 

“What happened?”

“I was run over by a car making a blind left turn.” He listed off the injuries to his back, neck, shoulders and knees. “They told me if I wasn’t so strong it would’ve killed me. But I had a good career. I trained under one of the best trainers in the world, and up against some great fighters.”

“Do you work now?” 

“No. Well, I sell Street Roots, and, well… it’s a job and I’m glad to have it. I’d love to work other jobs, but with my disabilities, no employer wants to take on the risk of me injuring myself on the job and then having to pay workers comp. But I’m getting ready to leave Portland soon. I’ve got house in Wyoming that I bought when I was 17, and I’ll never go back to live there so I might as well sell it, and… “

“Wait, you bought a house when you were 17?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend at the time was pregnant with triplets and my dad helped us out and bought the land and we bought a mobile home on the property.”

“You have triplets?” 

“We were going to have triplets. My girlfriend and I broke up for about the thousandth time while she was pregnant, and she was dating this other guy, and then things went badly. He pushed her out of a car going 40 miles an hour when she was seven months pregnant. Two of the babies died.”

“Wow.”

“But my son, he’s 36 now and he’s great. He was such an easy baby…I was the one to get up with him in the middle of the night. His mom and I had this great system worked out. I got her go back to school because she was waitressing and I knew at least one of us needed an education. So I’d watch him in the morning while she took classes and then she’d have him all afternoon while I worked. And then I’d take him on the weekends. I would tell his mom, ‘You go. This is boy time for watching football and boxing.’ So she had a lot of free time and that was great for her. She was so protective of him though. One time he threw a stick at a tree and it bounced back and cut his eye and of course she got upset and I was like, ‘It’s fine! He’s a boy, he’s going to get bruises and cuts and broken bones. If you shelter him from doing those things he’s going to grow up to be the most boring person in the world.’ She thought my ideas about parenting were screwball.”

I interrupted him for a moment to point out a pigeon walking nearby with an obvious limp. “Weren’t you just telling me about a bird with a broken foot?”

“Oh, yeah. I feed that bird on a regular basis, so he comes around when he sees me. I brought him a bagel today.”

(via 500-days-of-dykes)

onlytania:

th-weeknd:

xobaddestbitchez:

jesusbruhh:

You can’t see it but he was in tears when he was free styling. I can relate to what every word he says and it’s just coming out straight from the heart of what he still feels.

هانا

this was too real. every word hit me man

damn

(via suupreme-cunt)

It certainly felt like that. Yeah, actually, I feel like every episode, pretty much. There were times where uh, you know, certain characters would come in and last for a bit but, yeah, I’d say for the most part you’re right.

(Source: lwordobsession)

megan15:

An alternative version of those gay pictures that are constantly going around

megan15:

An alternative version of those gay pictures that are constantly going around

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wah-mos:

Watch Our Most Beautiful Celebs Read Nice Internet Comments. (x)

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEMArhasigwhgjeiarf

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ironboobs:

"Oh captain, my captain."

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Anonymous asked: We can sing our names into the knots of trees, so our words are forever entrapped in them. Even when they are later cut down and turned into breakfast nooks, children can eat their cereal and feel the warmth of our love. I will stay, pause and spend every breath in full alignment with your gaze. Even though life is unpredictable and impermanent, I will forever be entangled in this feeling. The feeling of falling, but the security of a net that is nothing but a hug. I want to climb trees with you

But what happens when we climb down?

dis-harmoniert:

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.

I thought I heard the door open, oh no,
I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.

I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping darling,
likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you hear me in the streetlight’s humming,
softly breathing out your name.

I know that even with the seams stitched tightly,
only scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling
and let them wash off in the rain.

And when they run into the river, oh no
let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance,
slowly wearing out your name.

Your hands still catch the light the right way
and our hearts still beat the same.
And our hearts still beat the same.

(via loveyourchaos)

fuckyeahdykes:

goshorter