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16. My Life. My Universe. Fandoms, Music. Books


shailene woodley and ansel elgort at the 2014 mtv movie awards
shailene woodley and ansel elgort at the 2014 mtv movie awards

565mae10:

565mae10:

GUYS WE NEED TO REEVALUATE OUR LIVES.

YOU KNOW THE SCOOBY DOO GANG?

VELMA IS 15.

FRED IS 16.

DAPHNE IS 16.

SHAGGY IS 17.

SCOOBY IS 7.

WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME AGE AS THE SCOOBY DOO GANG MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A LIE.

EVERYONE MUST BE ENLIGHTENED OF MY HEART BREAKING DISCOVERY. I’M TAKING YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME.

2 hours ago with 94,712 notes

avengersonna:

assassins-and-rookies:

Women of Marvel, stand to unite! Fight for what you believe! We gain more power as our numbers slowly grow, so unite!

Beat that dc

laughboard:

lil dude just hugged a chicken

dontgigglesherlock:

its-usually-subtext:

thorki-hiddlesworth:

tugamaggie:

mylastchances:

hammer-in-my-pants:

LET YOUR POWER SHINE

Make the clock reverseBring back what once was mine Heal what has been hurtChange the fates design Save what has been lostBring back what once was mineWhat once was mine 

THIS WAS MEANT TO BE FUNNY, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

ACTUAL TEARS.  You have my actual tears on your hands goddammit.

I HADN’T EVEN FINISHED LAUGHING YET GOD

Literally my reaction:

And then I cried

dontgigglesherlock:

its-usually-subtext:

thorki-hiddlesworth:

tugamaggie:

mylastchances:

hammer-in-my-pants:

LET YOUR POWER SHINE

Make the clock reverse

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Bring back what once was mine 

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Heal what has been hurt

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Change the fates design

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Save what has been lost

image

Bring back what once was mine

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What once was mine

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THIS WAS MEANT TO BE FUNNY, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

ACTUAL TEARS.  You have my actual tears on your hands goddammit.

I HADN’T EVEN FINISHED LAUGHING YET GOD

Literally my reaction:

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And then I cried

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.

"You do anything fun Saturday night?"

katemonkeyville:

#i hate to see him leave but i love to watch him go