My Life and Thoughts

nostalgic-souls:

If the bill is passed, and the internet is censored.. How will people be able to reblog pictures of nature, people, animals, and clothing? How will people be able to express how they feel? Transferring their thoughts and opinions through the keyboard to the screen. How will people search for answers to their school work? This might force people to actually communicate with the “outside” world. This might mean that more people will start reading books. Oh gosh, That would be a horrible thing. People reading books to find out information. People watching the news to find out information? People talking to one another without the barrier of a screen to shield them? Someone might even start writing their feelings down on paper. Lawd. What is the world coming to? This is bad. Really bad. 

i love her lol

helloimkenzz:

sacrilegiouss:

acciozombiez:

thisafterlifee:

mainstreamduckling:

mainstreamduckling:

saveyourselfandillholdthemback:

aladdin is really attractive ok

ALADDIN THO. ALADDIN.
Because I didn’t already have a huge crush on him before. 

Just bringing this back. 

aladdin and cinderella tho

ALADDIN OMG.

 I want cinderella in my bed.

@ayeemclovin looks like aladdin

^ i miss my snake bites :(

gamerecognlzegame:

hookersorcake:

Did I ever tell you about the time I was on the Price Is Right? We’d been given free tickets out in front of a wax museum. My girlfriend got excited and wanted to go and my friends were also kinda interested, so we went.

The studio was really bright and smaller than I thought it would be. They had a bunch of ushers lined up just herding us in like cattle. There was a really bad stand up comedian on stage giving a midget a hard time for being from Boston. I guess he was there to warm up the crowd. After about 5 minutes the lights started flashing and this really loud 70’s music blared. The announcer yelled some names and people ran to the front of the auditorium while the audience sheered. Suddenly my girlfriend was screaming in my face and my friends started jumping and yelling, “Thats you bitch!” they pulled me to my feet. I guess the announcer had called my name. So I haphazardly jogged down to the front of the auditorium. On the way I tried to high five several people but I missed each one. I was running down a slope and they were all jumping up and down, I couldn’t get the timing right. And I think I mighta even knocked over some old lady but the usher kept pulling me along and yelled “keep going!” so onward I went.

When I got to the front, Bob came out to much fanfare and asked us each where we were from and I was just in shock and I guess I said, “Sure dude! And Bob shot me this glance that said, “I’ll slit your fucking throat kid,” but the audience kinda laughed and Bob stuck out his chin and retorted “Whatever, Hippy!” the audience thought that was really funny. 

I never got up on stage though, some bitch named Wanda kept bidding 1$ more than me and she finally won. When she got on stage. She kissed Bob on the cheek and Bob made her reach into his pocket for some money. Oh yeah. So after the chick pulls a 100 out of Bobs pants they giggle and coo a bit and then Bob does this over the top windmill Elvis point and says “I bet you’d like to drive home in this,”

“A NEW CAR!!!

screams the announcer and the curtain opens revealing a powder blue convertible and the audience is just jumping up and down and screaming and there is this DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! noise and  everyone is seriously lousing their fucking minds they just keep jumping up and down and screaming with delight and the DING! DING! DING! gets louder and louder and the announcer keeps screaming “A NEW CAR! A NEW CAR!” and people are like tearing off their clothes and just beating the shit out of each other.. They’re all just sooo excited - tearing off their flesh and smashing thier bones and setting themselves on fire and the whole place just starts shaking and falling down around us. I run up on stage and Bob gives me a wink and we hop into that powder blue Chevy and gun it through a wall into another studio where we run over several kids and a marching band of clowns. We then crash through a soup opera and a news room set up before finally smashing through the 13th story windows of the studio high-rise. All grows quiet for a moment and Bob looks over to me, his white hair like a perfect cloud in the bluest of blue skies.  He whispers, “I love you. I’ve always loved you!” and the music swells as he takes my face in his hands and violently bites off my entire upper and lower lips. He smells like gunfire and a pine forest full of semen.

LMAO, this was golden

gamerecognlzegame:

jocelynism:

Tired topics.

Why can’t we just lay in silence and just enjoy each other’s company? There’s so much in trying to put effort towards making some situations or interactions not so “awkward”, but I think having or knowing someone who you can enjoy having silence with is nice. Not necessarily lay, but I mean .. you know.

What if I don’t want to talk about my day? What if I don’t want to talk about current events? What if I don’t want to talk about idiots or the super intellectual? What if I just want to be there with you?

Is that strange? 

Tired topics get tiresome.

I agree with this 100%

My best girlfriends/ladyfriends were the ones I could enjoy complete silence with. 

m1ko:

I don’t think I could ever mess with a chick that’s so… out there. Everywhere.

I like those lowkey type of chicks that don’t feel the need to be so out there.

The ones that are kinda just doing their own things in the background, without making so much commotion, or feeling the need to get the worlds attention.

‘Cause you know, some females talk too much, and some talk too little.

Somewhere in between there, with a good sense for everything that matters please.