Freedom

wifipasswords:

this is heartbreaking
Sep 20

wifipasswords:

this is heartbreaking

(Source: unclefather, via ruinedchildhood)

But I still can’t help but smile when you get mad at me because even then you’re still the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sep 19
Sep 14

coraregina:

Cats, what the fuck.

(Source: ourloveissemperfii, via urkiesmash12)

Sep 14

karidevereaux:

…an ode to 1970s skater girls. 

(via fuckyeah-longboarding)

boys like it when youre playfully mean to them. call them names. punch them on the shoulder. murder their families 

(Source: iloveyoulikekanyeloveskanye, via ruinedchildhood)

Sep 14
the-longboard-living:

Source
Sep 14

the-longboard-living:

Source

Sep 14

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throwing-lego:

officialunitedstates:

FACT OF THE DAY:  zebras’ stripes are not always black and white.  sometimes they are black and orange

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this is a giraffe

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Sep 14

#Flickr12days (by ZacharySnellenberger)
Sep 14

#Flickr12days (by ZacharySnellenberger)

(Source: wolf-teeth, via puggert)

Sep 14

inparrishable:

sizvideos:

Video

THAT IS THE BEST PROBLEM TO EVER HAVE

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07v:

this is it. this is the whole show
Sep 14

07v:

this is it. this is the whole show

(via ruinedchildhood)

pizzaight:

shutsman:

WHAT SPORT IS THIS?

my sport
Sep 14

pizzaight:

shutsman:

WHAT SPORT IS THIS?

my sport

(via ruinedchildhood)

Sep 14

(via puggert)

"She called me at 2 a.m., woke me up from a deep sleep because my Sherlock main theme ringtone interrupted my dream of a better life. When I answered the phone in a daze, I said hello half-awake and all I could hear was the sound of her losing her breath between deep sobs and sniffling. She didn’t say anything for 15 minutes. Just let the sound of her world shattering fill my ears. When she finally caught her words she said my name like it was the last thing she would ever be able to say. Before I could reply with worry, there was a knock at her front door and then the sound of it opening. She turned to her bedroom door to find me standing in the frame. Still half-asleep, still listening. She opened her mouth and the only thing that fell out was silence. I invited myself in her bed, took her body in my arms and her sobbing started again. This time it came in great waves. Waves big enough to pull the both of us under its current. I just lay there, letting her shake in my arms. I was still half-asleep but I was fully aware that she didn’t need the overwhelming silence of our 2 a.m. phone call to know that I was there for her. She needed me to be right beside her."

- "I’m not there for you, I’m here for you," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)

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Sep 11