Life. Love. Truth. Trust. Hurt. Happiness. Music.
londonreese:

"I’m a master of fright, and a demon of light, and I’ll scare you right out of your pants." #redemption #bishoprotary #intenze #kwadronneedles #vaticanstudios #londonreese #nightmarebeforechristmas #timburton #jackskellington

londonreese:

"I’m a master of fright, and a demon of light, and I’ll scare you right out of your pants." #redemption #bishoprotary #intenze #kwadronneedles #vaticanstudios #londonreese #nightmarebeforechristmas #timburton #jackskellington


thesinset:

“The Most Beautiful Suicide” 23 year old Evelyn McHale, of Long Island, became engaged in early 1947. On April 30th, she took the train to Easton, PA to spend her fiance’s birthday with him at his college dorm. They planned to be married that June. She boarded a 7:00 AM train back to New York the following morning but never did make it home. Upon her arrival in New York City, she checked into
the Governor Clinton Hotel on 31st Street, where she composed a note, and tucked it into her purse. From there, she went to the 86th floor observation deck of the Empire State Building. Just before 10:30 am, on May 1, she calmly, and neatly, folder her coat, placing it against the guard railing alongside her purse and her makeup bag. She then flung herself off the building, falling more than 1,000 feet and landing squarely on the roof of a 1947 Cadillac parked on the street below.  The note that Evelyn left in her purse read: “I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family – don’t have any service for me or remembrance for me. My fiance asked me to marry him in June. I don’t think I would make a good wife for anybody. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies.” Ironically, for someone who wanted to throw herself into obscurity, never to be remembered, a nearby photographer captured this image within minutes of her demise, and by the following week it appeared as a full page print in Life Magazine. The image of her lifeless body lying gracefully, and peacefully, atop the wreckage, immortalized forever.  Sometimes you can simply never get what is that you want in life, even in death.

thesinset:

“The Most Beautiful Suicide”

23 year old Evelyn McHale, of Long Island, became engaged in early 1947. On April 30th, she took the train to Easton, PA to spend her fiance’s birthday with him at his college dorm. They planned to be married that June. She boarded a 7:00 AM train back to New York the following morning but never did make it home.

Upon her arrival in New York City, she checked into
the Governor Clinton Hotel on 31st Street, where she composed a note, and tucked it into her purse. From there, she went to the 86th floor observation deck of the Empire State Building. Just before 10:30 am, on May 1, she calmly, and neatly, folder her coat, placing it against the guard railing alongside her purse and her makeup bag. She then flung herself off the building, falling more than 1,000 feet and landing squarely on the roof of a 1947 Cadillac parked on the street below.

The note that Evelyn left in her purse read: “I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family – don’t have any service for me or remembrance for me. My fiance asked me to marry him in June. I don’t think I would make a good wife for anybody. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies.”

Ironically, for someone who wanted to throw herself into obscurity, never to be remembered, a nearby photographer captured this image within minutes of her demise, and by the following week it appeared as a full page print in Life Magazine. The image of her lifeless body lying gracefully, and peacefully, atop the wreckage, immortalized forever.

Sometimes you can simply never get what is that you want in life, even in death.
glowpinkstah:

johneepixels7:

letsjustgowiththis:

dontmakepeopleintoheroes:

bunny-booty:

Alpacas are so much fucking cuter then llamas.
sdfgsdg

YOU FORGOT THE FOLLOWING POINTS:
LLAMAS HAVE BIG ASS TEETH TO RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT
ALPACAS HAVE FUZZY LIPS TO NUZZLE YOU GENTLY TO SLEEP
LLAMAS WILL CHARGE AFTER YOU IF THEY SMELL FOOD AND FEAR
ALPACAS AMBLE ALONG LIKE THE WORLD IS MADE OF GUMDROPS
LLAMAS ARE THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE 
ALPACAS ARE NOT THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE

This has been the most informative post I’ve seen on Tumblr.

Alpacas are just gay Llamas

LMAO


This.

glowpinkstah:

johneepixels7:

letsjustgowiththis:

dontmakepeopleintoheroes:

bunny-booty:

Alpacas are so much fucking cuter then llamas.

sdfgsdg

YOU FORGOT THE FOLLOWING POINTS:

  • LLAMAS HAVE BIG ASS TEETH TO RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT
  • ALPACAS HAVE FUZZY LIPS TO NUZZLE YOU GENTLY TO SLEEP
  • LLAMAS WILL CHARGE AFTER YOU IF THEY SMELL FOOD AND FEAR
  • ALPACAS AMBLE ALONG LIKE THE WORLD IS MADE OF GUMDROPS
  • LLAMAS ARE THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE 
  • ALPACAS ARE NOT THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE

This has been the most informative post I’ve seen on Tumblr.

Alpacas are just gay Llamas

LMAO

This.

kushandwizdom:

Teen quotes

Truth

i-watch-all-the-shows:

mishasminions:

but Peter Pan isn’t supposed to die

this is the saddest thing I have ever read

stopandimaginelove:

Tweeted by Robin’s 25 year old daughter, Zelda

Aug. 11, 2014

Sad, tragic and devastating. The world is less bright and less joyful with the passing of Robin Williams

allisonscrown:

"where’s my christian grey????” hopefully locked up in prison

insincerelypete:

i felt like i wasnt going to address it but i see more and more people taking other people down for not being “true” fans or for being “new fans”. i just wanted to take the time on here to really express that FOB has always tried to embrace an inclusive vibe- we are all part of this thing. all of…

insincerelypete:

we take/make the best monsters. we semi-civilize them. we put bears in suits on tricycles. we keep wolves warm from the winter in hen houses. then we wonder why they maul the hearts of what we hold the most dear. we wont let go of the old days but we can’t even remember them. kill ‘em all but now…

The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
Roald Dahl (via kushandwizdom)

I love this

i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.
Monday baking: My own banana/apple/apricot/pear and oat slice/concoction #healthyBaking #delicious #snacks #MakingItUpAsIGo

Monday baking: My own banana/apple/apricot/pear and oat slice/concoction #healthyBaking #delicious #snacks #MakingItUpAsIGo

danisnotonfire:

OKAY FOR SOME REASON JOHN BARROWMAN WAS ON MY PLANE DRESSED AS AN AIR HOSTESS GIVING OUT ICE LOLLIES AND I WAS LIKE WTF AND SAID ‘this is now the best day of my life’ AND HE SAID ‘bet you didn’t think Captain Jack Harkness would be giving you something to suck on’ THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED WHY

This is literally the best thing EVER!

danisnotonfire:

OKAY FOR SOME REASON JOHN BARROWMAN WAS ON MY PLANE DRESSED AS AN AIR HOSTESS GIVING OUT ICE LOLLIES AND I WAS LIKE WTF AND SAID ‘this is now the best day of my life’ AND HE SAID ‘bet you didn’t think Captain Jack Harkness would be giving you something to suck on’ THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED WHY

This is literally the best thing EVER!

Did some St Patrick’s Day themed baking, chocolate liqueur, vanilla and chocolate layered cupcakes. Yum!!!!