You Can Bet On Me

Luis here, I'm 18, male, and I think im finally starting to figure myself out.

xbrokenxstillx:

guideme-home:

tylerselfieface:

callieolliegail:

This is very important.

To all my followers who self harm. Do this, for me please.

It can save you physical pain.

that is such a good idea…

rubbing ice on the skin is also a known coping mechanism. Awesome.

sorry:

I am very angry for not being born with the ability to sing or draw.

Unless I can recover and be functional, there is little purpose in my continued existence

To my followers:

bet—on—me:

I’m heading up to Georgia for the week. And I have no internet in the mountains. So I’ll be basically off tumblr for the week. I probably won’t post at all. But I’m alive and living it up in Appalachia. I love the mountains.

Time to go and come back reborn.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha as if

I am very broken.

And you never really can fix a heart.

I am really fucking depressed.

I wish I was good at something. Im not really good at anything. I’ve wasted these past few years and I haven’t learned anything. The only marketable skill I have is sex. So all Im good for is porn or prostitution. Im a worthless piece of shit and I really really want to hang myself in these woods right now.

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"Big Apple, Big Heart" by Craig Owens is literally my air right now

To my followers:

I’m heading up to Georgia for the week. And I have no internet in the mountains. So I’ll be basically off tumblr for the week. I probably won’t post at all. But I’m alive and living it up in Appalachia. I love the mountains.

Time to go and come back reborn.

osiux:

super-highschool-level-homestuck:

iprayforangels:

plushestrumpest:

30secondstocalifornia:

wingscanspeak:

zorobro:

wingscannotspeak:

peetasboxers:

kissyourneck-slitmythroat:

I showed this post to my boyfriend and he tried to take his shirt off like a girl and 

uh

yeah

Out of the 82k notes my post got this is by far the best comment holy shit thank u for being u

So i tried it both ways and uh

i mean how do you do the first one without pulling out all your hair?

this made me laugh really hard….

and it made me realize that girls and boys pull their shirt off differently. /amazed

but seriously I think girls just do the cross arm thing because of HAIR like demonstrated 

So one year, one URL change, and a hair cut later, I decide to try again… FOR SCIENCE! 

Its not science unless you write it down so 

First method:

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Well done, i guess…

Second:

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I fucked up

Girls… how?

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS OF TAKING OFF SHIRTS AND SO MUCH DIFFICULTY DOING IT THE OTHER WAY

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

It’s all in the way that girl/boys shirts are made.

Girls shirts have less armpit room then boy’s do and are generally shorter so pulling it off over your head is more practical because by lifting your arms all the way up you make enough room for the sleeves to just slip off.

Boys shirts have more room and are generally longer so it is easy to slip them off over your head.

but if you take a girls shirt off like a boys shirt you will get your arms caught because there isn’t much armpit space.

and if you take a boys shirt off like a girls shit you will still have your head in it when you’ve lifted your arms all the way up because of the shirt’s length.

It has nothing to do with us. It is entirely to do with how our shirts are made. I figured it out for you. YOU’RE WELCOME!

bless you

xD

organicphysiques:

carpephuckingdiem:

carpephuckingdiem:

Drinking FitAid, having fun at the box :)

wow…

marriagehoney:

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I travelled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you, living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong, because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there. The man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is the Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times, and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him. I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do.