acrumblebatchwithcustardfreeman:

tardisinthemindpalace:

dontblink91011:

luigiman:

my cousin asked me what my favorite season was and i said “of what” and i just

it’s frightening how long it took me to figure out what was wrong with that response

this is me, getting this post after seeing it for the seventh time

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Once I got it, I immediately thought of this:

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kingsleyisilebo:

starhey:

natsugay:

"The cold never bothered me anyways." ―Elsa the Snow Queen
Transparent Elsa closing the door on your blog.It’s my first time making a transparent gif and it was originally 63 frames, so please be gentle I know it’s rough.

this looks so cool on my black background

the sass omg

kingsleyisilebo:

starhey:

natsugay:

"The cold never bothered me anyways." ―Elsa the Snow Queen

Transparent Elsa closing the door on your blog.
It’s my first time making a transparent gif and it was originally 63 frames, so please be gentle I know it’s rough.

this looks so cool on my black background

the sass omg

(Source: natsugay, via yosoyjevita)

radicalrebellion:

queennubian:

gimptips:

jebbcole53:

Trying to get this on as many social media platforms as possible.
A Fight to Survive TBI: The Story of David On the Road to Recover from Traumatic Brain Injury.
August 24, 2012 drastically changed my life. What happened that evening has left David in a vegetative coma and I am desperate to save my son’s life and future. David was pistol whipped, had his jaw broken and then his unconscious body was robbed. Though David regained consciousness, he was incoherent and rushed by ambulance to UMDNJ trauma center in Newark, New Jersey. It was there that he underwent emergency craniotomy surgery to alleviate the pressure from his swelling brain.
He is currently living in a sub-acute unit at a nursing home being fed via a gastric feeding tube. He is no longer entitled to physical therapy because he has shown no signs of progress. This means each day he lies in bed approximately 19 hours and sit in a wheelchair for 5 hours with no physical stimulation aside from being dressed and his diaper changed.
The importance behind physical therapy is that it will help him maintain his muscles and joints; to achieve his goal to attain flexibility, balance and coordination free from pain or suffering, so that he may lead a normal life again; performing all of his daily activities with minimal or no difficulty and without dependency. It can even help with his cardiopulmonary and neurological functions.
With prolonged treatment, it is possible for him to regain a large share, if not all of his mobility and it will improve his overall fitness and health.
David’s survival depends on continued physical and mental stimulation therapies which most insurances are not willing to fund long term. The lack of such treatment poses a direct threat to David’s ability to return to a life that extend beyond sitting in front of a television for hours on end in a nursing home. He deserves better.
His recovery is destined to be a long and arduous one, with no guarantees. But in order for him to have that chance, he needs, aside from a miracle, funds for aggressive physical therapy, a private neurologist and a specially designed vehicle for myself to accommodate his wheel chair.
Please join my family in our fight to get David the medical and physical treatment he needs. The amount we are now trying to raise is just the beginning for David and we could use your support. Thank you!
Please reblog, donate, and pray for David #teamwu

http://www.gofundme.com/davidsfightforlife

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boost!!

radicalrebellion:

queennubian:

gimptips:

jebbcole53:

Trying to get this on as many social media platforms as possible.

A Fight to Survive TBI: The Story of David On the Road to Recover from Traumatic Brain Injury.

August 24, 2012 drastically changed my life. What happened that evening has left David in a vegetative coma and I am desperate to save my son’s life and future. David was pistol whipped, had his jaw broken and then his unconscious body was robbed. Though David regained consciousness, he was incoherent and rushed by ambulance to UMDNJ trauma center in Newark, New Jersey. It was there that he underwent emergency craniotomy surgery to alleviate the pressure from his swelling brain.

He is currently living in a sub-acute unit at a nursing home being fed via a gastric feeding tube. He is no longer entitled to physical therapy because he has shown no signs of progress. This means each day he lies in bed approximately 19 hours and sit in a wheelchair for 5 hours with no physical stimulation aside from being dressed and his diaper changed.

The importance behind physical therapy is that it will help him maintain his muscles and joints; to achieve his goal to attain flexibility, balance and coordination free from pain or suffering, so that he may lead a normal life again; performing all of his daily activities with minimal or no difficulty and without dependency. It can even help with his cardiopulmonary and neurological functions.

With prolonged treatment, it is possible for him to regain a large share, if not all of his mobility and it will improve his overall fitness and health.

David’s survival depends on continued physical and mental stimulation therapies which most insurances are not willing to fund long term. The lack of such treatment poses a direct threat to David’s ability to return to a life that extend beyond sitting in front of a television for hours on end in a nursing home. He deserves better.

His recovery is destined to be a long and arduous one, with no guarantees. But in order for him to have that chance, he needs, aside from a miracle, funds for aggressive physical therapy, a private neurologist and a specially designed vehicle for myself to accommodate his wheel chair.

Please join my family in our fight to get David the medical and physical treatment he needs. The amount we are now trying to raise is just the beginning for David and we could use your support. Thank you!

Please reblog, donate, and pray for David #teamwu

http://www.gofundme.com/davidsfightforlife

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boost!!

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anyone else look at their keyboard?

anyone else look at their keyboard?

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dickyfitness:

what episode of lazytown is this

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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.’


sexual-phan:

hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm:

jawnn-locked:

visiovisusvidere:

sonicghost:

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

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If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

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ohioisloko:

thedoctor8547:

dear-melina-count-me-in:

luminousbehavior:

zombies-of-death-from-space:

Parkway Drive 

Did they just wall of death on the equator?

omfg

I tried so hard not to reblog this. But it was just so amazing I had to.

why would you try not to reblog this

ohioisloko:

thedoctor8547:

dear-melina-count-me-in:

luminousbehavior:

zombies-of-death-from-space:

Parkway Drive 

Did they just wall of death on the equator?

omfg

I tried so hard not to reblog this. But it was just so amazing I had to.

why would you try not to reblog this

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"We know" "what" "you’re" "thinking" "and" "no." "we’re" "not related"

"We know" "what" "you’re" "thinking" "and" "no." "we’re" "not related"

(Source: magicaldango, via apparant)


there’s something comforting about a bed on the floor, it represents somebody who doesn’t quite have their shit together, i like that.

Or maybe they just like having their bed on the floor.

there’s something comforting about a bed on the floor, it represents somebody who doesn’t quite have their shit together, i like that.

Or maybe they just like having their bed on the floor.

(Source: quiet-white-solitude, via beaach-bumm)