SMILE
SMILE
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little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
little-lunar:

stealingfirefromprometheus:

Can I just reblog this again because this is beautiful.
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theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
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whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
whatdafarq:

bastillestorm:

"I really, really can’t dance at all."

my favorite gifset ever
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perksofbeing-brookie:

pierxe-the-veil:

oknope:

wreckedblog:

phan-equals-phriendship:

pharmaca:

Hello Everyone, my name is Danny, I am Katelyn’s boyfriend. Late last night Katelyn was taken back into hospital from an overdose she had taken last week, her organs were shutting down slowly, yesterday, the hospital let her out, thinking everything was okay, but didn’t know she was in severe pain, Katelyn didn’t say anything, it was her ‘back-up plan’ to suicide. So shes drifting slowly, and the doctors said she will not make it. She will be missed, and I can’t cope without her here. I miss her so much already, and love her with every little bit of my heart. When she goes I don’t know what I will do, she is my perfect, sweet, loving girlfriend.
This photo was taken the day she came out of hospital. 

I don’t care what fucking blog you have, you have to reblog this right now. 

if you have a pink “rosy” blog, whatever, REBLOG THIS!

omfg :(

i’ll always reblog this

I’m crying.
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vablatsky:

this game is why I have trust issues
vablatsky:

this game is why I have trust issues
vablatsky:

this game is why I have trust issues
vablatsky:

this game is why I have trust issues
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
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thiswillbringuscloser:

(x)
thiswillbringuscloser:

(x)
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