My dearest Mexican asain, it was fate (and a cute waiter) that brought us together at a sweet 16 roughly 5 years ago. I am so thankful for that day and the friendship we have. With our crazy adventures, and our snapchatting  on the toilet we are not just best friends but we are officially weird as hell and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Anyway, welcome to ur 20s… finally!!!! Happy birthday and don’t turn up too much!!! @mandyw913 🎉🎉🎉🎉🍻🍻🍻🍻😘😘😘😘

My dearest Mexican asain, it was fate (and a cute waiter) that brought us together at a sweet 16 roughly 5 years ago. I am so thankful for that day and the friendship we have. With our crazy adventures, and our snapchatting on the toilet we are not just best friends but we are officially weird as hell and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Anyway, welcome to ur 20s… finally!!!! Happy birthday and don’t turn up too much!!! @mandyw913 🎉🎉🎉🎉🍻🍻🍻🍻😘😘😘😘

chrisxchin:

Lmaooo

chrisxchin:

Lmaooo

seliebercrush:

I CAN’T BREATH

seliebercrush:

I CAN’T BREATH

buttsweats:

where i work we rent out a variety of buildings and to make a long story short i’m going to hell

deductiom:

chillona:

one-hella-fine-viking:

loldork:

Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.

not so depressing thought: maybe these new people will be less bigoted, sexist and racist.

Depressing thought: I won’t live to see that world.

Not so depressing thought: you can help to create that world.

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

nickcarragay:

isn’t it weird that we have one hand that knows how to do everything and then one hand that just sits there like “I don’t know how to hold a pencil”