October 19th, 2014

BRANDON (For the last N, just answer why you never said happy birthday to me yesterday instead. :3 )
Asketh - the3ofclubs

B: Favourite Band

Amanda Palmer

R: Favourite Song at The Moment

The Road Goes On

A: Why My Last Relationship Ended

It just wasn’t working

N: Favourite Place to Shop At

For clothes? Probably pacsun

D: Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Been Through

School

O: Eye Colour

Blue

N: Birthday!

I did say happy birthday to you! I sent you a message on facebook and tumblr!! 

spell your name in my ask

  • A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.
  • B. FAVORITE BAND.
  • C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.
  • D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.
  • E. MY BEST FRIEND.
  • F. MY FAVORITE MOVIE.
  • G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
  • H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?
  • I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?
  • J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.
  • K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.
  • L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.
  • M. VIRGIN OR NOT?
  • N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?
  • O. MY EYE COLOUR.
  • P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.
  • Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.
  • R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.
  • S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.
  • T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.
  • U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.
  • V. LAST TIME I CRIED.
  • W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.
  • X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?
  • Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.
  • Z. HOW ARE YOU
fuckyeahblasphemy:

suckmylorddisick:


I’d like to correct this:
“God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”
“I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.  
I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.  
I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.  
I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.
I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.  
I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”

reblogging for the comment

I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term—making her a single mother with limited income who had to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.

fuckyeahblasphemy:

suckmylorddisick:

I’d like to correct this:

“God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”

“I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.  

I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.  

I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.  

I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.

I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.  

I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”

reblogging for the comment

I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term—making her a single mother with limited income who had to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.

(Source: godlessmen, via panyounot)

October 16th, 2014

mistress-of-all-wanderlust:

frozen-autumn-sky:

What have I done…

Peeing on myself

(via rinwolfy)

October 15th, 2014
annabellioncourt:

There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.
Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic

annabellioncourt:

There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.

Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic

(Source: danielodowd, via thelostatheneum)

wolverxne:

Photographer  Jerry Hull captured these adorable images of this female Red Fox known as “Chloe” playing, stretching and sleeping in the snow. 

(Source: WOLVERXNE, via thelostatheneum)

dream-insilk:

foreheadxkisses:

Body comparisons. 

this makes me feel alive

(via danisnotonfire)

vicemag:

This Is What Developing Acute Schizophrenia Feels Like
A year ago this winter, I began to not recognize myself. 
Sleep was the first thing to change. Progressively, over the course of about two weeks, I began struggling to drift off. As a 24-year-old man with a good supply of hash, this had never been a problem before. It was so odd. Seemingly out of the blue, I’d get into bed at night and not be able to shut off my brain. Thoughts would grow tendrils and loop onto other thoughts, tangling together like a big wall of ivy. Some nights, I’d pull the covers over my head, grab my face hard in my hands, and whisper, “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Eventually I would be able to get to sleep, but I’d wake up feeling peculiar, like I had forgotten to do or tell someone something. Hunger wasn’t as aggressive as it usually was during this time, either. Normally I bolt downstairs to pour a heaping bowl of Frosted Flakes the second my eyes open. Instead, I woke each morning with a sick, creeping feeling in my gut. Still, I carried on as normal, thinking I’d just lay off the hash for a bit. That was probably it. I wasn’t panicked. 
I carried on my work at a local wine shop and tried to push what was happening during the night to the back of my mind. I got through the days OK, if slightly bleary-eyed—but looking back now I can see that I had started to struggle with simple conversations. 
If my boss told me to check a delivery, it’d take me a few seconds to process what he was saying, like two or three people had said it at the same time and I couldn’t make out the clear instruction. Looking at morning delivery slips and trying to make sense of them in my head was like trying to make out a tree in the fog—possible, but hard.
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vicemag:

This Is What Developing Acute Schizophrenia Feels Like

A year ago this winter, I began to not recognize myself. 

Sleep was the first thing to change. Progressively, over the course of about two weeks, I began struggling to drift off. As a 24-year-old man with a good supply of hash, this had never been a problem before. It was so odd. Seemingly out of the blue, I’d get into bed at night and not be able to shut off my brain. Thoughts would grow tendrils and loop onto other thoughts, tangling together like a big wall of ivy. Some nights, I’d pull the covers over my head, grab my face hard in my hands, and whisper, “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Eventually I would be able to get to sleep, but I’d wake up feeling peculiar, like I had forgotten to do or tell someone something. Hunger wasn’t as aggressive as it usually was during this time, either. Normally I bolt downstairs to pour a heaping bowl of Frosted Flakes the second my eyes open. Instead, I woke each morning with a sick, creeping feeling in my gut. Still, I carried on as normal, thinking I’d just lay off the hash for a bit. That was probably it. I wasn’t panicked. 

I carried on my work at a local wine shop and tried to push what was happening during the night to the back of my mind. I got through the days OK, if slightly bleary-eyed—but looking back now I can see that I had started to struggle with simple conversations. 

If my boss told me to check a delivery, it’d take me a few seconds to process what he was saying, like two or three people had said it at the same time and I couldn’t make out the clear instruction. Looking at morning delivery slips and trying to make sense of them in my head was like trying to make out a tree in the fog—possible, but hard.

Continue

(via psych2go)