Stars Tumblr Themes
Hello all let us be friends c:

pregnantfitmom:

casualblessings:

May you have enough money to pay your bills this month with a little extra left over for a bit of fun.

This is one of the nicest things to wish for someone


ask-gallows-callibrator:

bloody-dragon:

IF YOU’RE BROKE AS ME BUT STILL WANT TO GROSS PEOPLE OUT ON HALLOWEEN, HERE YA GO.


YOU NEED:

-WATER
-FLOUR
-TOILET PAPER
-SOME DARK EYESHADOW(black, greens and browns)
-SOME RED MAKEUP(lipstick, eyeshadow or whatever)
-FAKE BLOOD
-2 HARD BIG BRUSH, 1 SMALL BRUSH, A MEDIUM SPONDGE(can be found at any hobby store. Take the cheapest you can find).

optional: powder brush and blue food dye.

Be super creative and make really gross wounds. To make it look deeper, just build up layers.
Rice and spaggeti can be used as worms and maggots.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

Blitz means camera flash.

great for cosplay, too!


turkeyinacan:

shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”


caramellsamosa:

Complimenting my friends like

image


di-johnlock:

It’s not over, don’t forget

di-johnlock:

It’s not over, don’t forget


kiradax:

ajaxdotcom:

natwiththespats:

PROOF OF VOTING BEING RIGGED

PETITION FOR A RECOUNT

ANOTHER PETITION

SIGN IT, DON’T LET THEM AWAY WITH THE SAME SHIT THEY PULLED 30 YEARS AGO

this is.. this is so blatant.. what the hell

Please sign this petition, please spread it like wildfire! We NEED a recount or a revote.


thedragonbornlives:

thedragonbornlives:

thedragonbornlives:

My sister locked me outside in the rain
Option A) Scale down the side of the building and risk breaking my legs and or spine
Or
Option B) wait until I get hypothermia so she can see how stupid it is to lock someone outside in cold, wet weather


PLAN A WAS A SUCCESS
I REPEAT
PLAN A WAS A SUCCESS

i didn’t fucking scale down a three story building for 46 notes

thedragonbornlives:

thedragonbornlives:

thedragonbornlives:

My sister locked me outside in the rain

Option A) Scale down the side of the building and risk breaking my legs and or spine

Or

Option B) wait until I get hypothermia so she can see how stupid it is to lock someone outside in cold, wet weather

image

PLAN A WAS A SUCCESS

I REPEAT

PLAN A WAS A SUCCESS

i didn’t fucking scale down a three story building for 46 notes


theclericsdiary:

charlottelabouff:

wonderfulhighschoollife:

Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children

image


me: *sniffs air*
me: ah september
me: the time where bugs die
me: and tv shows gradually return from hiatus
me: aaah

clinttbarton:

lvegotadarkalley:

i love fall colors and fall drinks and fall activities and fall weather and fall clothes but most of all i love fall out boy


icanteachyoutobeme:

oh where do we begin?
the rubble or our sins?

Waiting for this album like no other


60,787 plays 7,765 notes

thessiansongbird:

keeperofdreams:

nicholasdunnes:

winkbooks:

Dead Inside: Do Not Enter — Notes from the Zombie Apocalypse

Dead Inside: Do Not Enter
by Lost Zombies
Chronicle
2011, 160 pages, 8 x 10 x 0.5 inches
$15 Buy a copy on Amazon

Some of my favorite things about zombie movies are the details of the changed world. The dead grass, broken windows, toppled telephone poles, abandoned cars with missing wheels and trunks left open, boarded-up buildings, spent ammo shells, and other signs of struggle and desperation serve to create a fascinatingly creepy environment.

And that’s why I like Dead Inside: Do Not Enter so much. The book consists entirely of letters, hand-written warnings, and pages torn from journal entries that were written during the zombie pandemic. The notes are on matchbooks, napkins, photographs, advertisements, shopping lists, road maps, scraps of cardboard, and gum wrappers. Some of the notes are written with pen and pencil, others are written with lipstick, burnt wood, crayons, and blood.

The messages of the notes themselves tell the tale of the rise of the zombie pandemic, from tentative, joking questions about a “really bad flu,” escalating to confused panic, and later to grim acceptance of the new reality that the survivors now must live in.

In the introduction to Dead Inside, we learn that these notes had been found in a Dora the Explorer backpack. The first note presented in the book was written by the man who killed the owner of the backpack, a girl who was about 10 years old and had been bitten by a zombie (but had not yet turned into one). The man wrote “I opened her backpack and found all these notes and letters. This stuff is poisonous. No one in their right mind should read it. Reading this is like looking into the sun.” – Mark Frauenfelder

September 16, 2014

hopeheisagentleman

Oh god it’s like playing the first Walking Dead game all over again. *sob*

yourprepboy

phandoms-united:

art-sex-drugs:

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this


Next Page