like dogs, mans greatest (though inferior) friends, are guitars, longboards, and fish tacos

 

dragonsandcatporn:

sagaciouscejai:

mamasam:

Rum. Goldschlager. Gin. Vodka.
Only the avatar, master of all four alcohols, could get this shit cranked.

but when the party needed him most, he got sober.

and everything changed when the stoner nation attacked

dragonsandcatporn:

sagaciouscejai:

mamasam:

Rum. Goldschlager. Gin. Vodka.

Only the avatar, master of all four alcohols, could get this shit cranked.

but when the party needed him most, he got sober.

and everything changed when the stoner nation attacked

(Source: dominiricanlove)

scottishshortbread:

kmykmykmy:

Gryffindor: I’m a fucking hero.
Slytherin: I’m fucking badass.
Ravenclaw: I’m smart as fuck.
Hufflepuff: My dorm is near the kitchen.

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(Source: kimberleymeeganjane)

eridick-amporna:

epic-vines:

How to be a responsible student

Vine by: Thomas Sanders

this is the best vine i have ever seen.

hollyedolly:

fitzylovesjemma:

huffingtonpost:

THIS MAN HAS ALS, AND HIS ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH. THEN IT’LL MAKE YOU CRY

The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water. 

So watch the full video here and laugh out loud at the first half and then get ready to tear up in the second half. 

I started crying just reading this gif set. If you think the ice bucket challenge is stupid and is a waste of time just remember that the people with ALS watch these videos and see that people are raising awareness for them. It gives them hope that one day in the future maybe there will be a cure.

You know these haters have no idea what it’s like to live every day with a disability. As hard as my own life is though at least I’m fairly certain I get to live a full life, my life may be shortened in the future but I don’t have a time limit.

ALS is a devastating, degenerative disease with no cure. These people deserve the spotlight, they deserve for people to know if only for a few seconds how they feel, they deserve the money that is being donated to research because of this challenge. Maybe they won’t benefit from a cure but future generations may.

It’s true that there are many problems in the world but suffering is not a competition. If these challenges raise a smile from an ALS patient, if they raise awareness, if they fund research then they’ve made a difference maybe only a small difference but a difference non the less.

If you do good people will suspect an ulterior motive, do good anyway :)

It is
A rather strange
Thing
To be both
Tremendously attracted
And
Egregiously repulsed
By someone;
This is
One of the
Most trying
Emotional turmoils
I’ve ever
Harbored.
You see,
I am both
In love with
You,
Your beautiful idiosyncrasies,
The freckles
That are thrown
Carelessly about
Your shoulders,
Your safe and familiar hands,
Even the way
You smirk
When you tease
Me.
These are
The things I
Relish about
Being fortunate
Enough to know
Someone like you.
Even still,
There are parts
Of you
That
Send my heart
Into revolt,
Turn my stomach
Inside out
And nauseate me.
Maybe
It’s the way
You keep
Me on your
Hook
And think I don’t
Notice
Or even
The way you
Can never remember
A word
I say
And
Definitely because
Now that
I’ve spent so
Much time
On you,
You’ve permeated
Into
Every aspect
Of my goddamn
Life and
Maybe I
At one point,
That’s what made
Me fall
For you
But now,
I can’t listen
To even one
Of my fucking
Favorite songs
Or gaze at the stars
because
You ruined them.
You ruined
Me.

The downside to having a good memory (via youwillunderstand)

I think that I think too much and maybe you are everything that crosses my mind.

Matthew Hauptman (via matthewhauptman)

Hey.
It’s me again.
You’re probably still at work.
This is the last time, I promise.
I apologize for all of it, for the cold sheets I left you in,
for the lazy liquor Sundays and their two-faced church pew
forgiving beginnings.
I know now that I fucked up everything, starting with the syllables of your last name and ending with your opinion on love.
And maybe the stars do sometimes align when you least expect it— in the right place, at the right time,
but not for us.
I apologize if it sounds like I’m choking, it’s from punching my own stomach in attempted relief for the knot formed by your voice over the machine.
I should never have gone, but now I should go, I never thought you would leave but now I’ll leave you alone.
Lately I hate my own bed but you probably do too, been feeling homeless in my head because my home was with you.

please leave a message after she’s gone | Derek Deyling (via thedbldee)

But I haven’t rid myself of your words, they sit in my veins like pins,
And I hope some nights your ears ring with all the pain I’m in.

Kayla Kathawa - here are some more numb thoughts for ya (via ninakathawa)

I bleed in words, for you.

Six Word Story #21 // M.D.L (via mingdliu)

lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.

If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.
If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.
If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.
If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.


Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.
Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself
and it will keep on doing it until you die 
or it dies in you.
There is no other way.


And there never was.
Charles Bukowski
Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here
For more of my art visit me here:
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lllnomadlll:

Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper

If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.


If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed,
 don’t do it.

If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
 don’t do it.

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, 
then wait patiently.

If it never does roar out of you,
 do something else.



Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, 

unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time,
 and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die 

or it dies in you.

There is no other way.



And there never was.

Charles Bukowski

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest