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nightmaresyndrome:

craighead:

christinegro:

garnnetea:

this is amazing. 
#potterhead forever.

This is tripping me out..

The longer you stare the weirder it gets lol

I tried to grab it…

nightmaresyndrome:

craighead:

christinegro:

garnnetea:

this is amazing. 

#potterhead forever.

This is tripping me out..

The longer you stare the weirder it gets lol

I tried to grab it…

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

lustyscripps:

ruinedchildhood:

too-gay-for-this:

He has Monsters inc. on his shirt.

She has Nemo on her dress.

Violet has murder in her eyes. 


Dash has the tiki dude from LILO and stitch on his shirt

lustyscripps:

ruinedchildhood:

too-gay-for-this:

He has Monsters inc. on his shirt.

She has Nemo on her dress.

Violet has murder in her eyes. 

Dash has the tiki dude from LILO and stitch on his shirt

(Source: wantapostcard)

hemmoslegs:

nahlukehemmo:

smashton5sos:

"guitarists finger faster, bassists do it deeper, singers do it louder, drummers hit it harder"

friendly reminder that ashton irwin can do all of the above

That is the least friendly reminder I’ve ever heard

Fuck you

prettydamnrecklessss:

indie-love-scene:

ohmyprettydarling:

am I the only one that thinks “I love you.” & “I’m in love with you.” are two totally different things

"I love you" means your heart has made a connection with that person.

"I’m IN love with you" means your heart is invested in them.

no one ever understands when I say this

They said in a few short sentences what I’ve been trying to put into words for years

(Source: isaiahdior)

quiffedashton:

kissirwin:

starryashton:

Ashton can do so many things.
Need a guitarist? Ashton
Need a bassist? Ashton
Need a lead singer? Ashton
Need someone to make you smile? Ashton
Need someone to ruin your life forever? Ashton

Need an orgasm? Ashton

There are two types of people.

cuddlesclifford:

I HOPE YOU MEET YOUR FAVORITE BAND MEMBER AND THEY LIKE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE THEM

(Source: bottomcal)