jxydx:

nosdrinker:

im CRYING

his whole bootyass out

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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

toni-tan:

Ok but we’re forgetting the real holiday here

comic-chick:

hipnerd:

This is the same man.

I think about this a lot.

byzantienne:

grypwolf:

bethanyberg:

Xoidiox - a living void-gate.

From one of my personal stories.

Holy god damn

My response to this series of very interesting conceptual drawings boils down to “OH MY GOD, DON’T OPEN THAT HORSE”.

I think something may be wrong with me.

Okay….

strivetobestrider:

peter-andthelostboys:

zepolman:

Who the hell is this Tinkerbell?

Last I checked; Tinkerbell was a nasty cold, mean ass bitch like this:

Or this:

And what about this:

Or even this as well:

So I ask who the hell is this:

Because she sure as heck ain’t Tinkerbell.

Amen someone finally brought this out

i have a theory that after she lost her fairy friends and has to put up with peter she becomes a takes no shit bitch

kitsana-d:

wingthingaling:

The phantasmagorical and surreal animal sculptures by Canadian artist Ellen Jewett. Between dream and nightmare, some strange creations born of a symbiosis between organic and mechanical elements, a meeting between fantasy, gothic and steampunk. Some very detailed sculptures in clay on a metal frame.

Visit her website at http://www.creaturesfromel.ca/

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Waaaaaaaant!!

mishasminions:

ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IN SUPERNATURAL

IS WHEN THEY SHOW DEAN AND CAS SHARING THESE AWKWARD “WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON BETWEEN US” MOMENTS

AND THEN THEY CUT TO SAM

tylenold:

it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine

underhuntressmoon:

jemmasimmns:

one difference between cats and dogs is that dogs do absolutely nothing to mask their clinginess while cats pretend it’s a coincidence they’re in the same room as you 97% of the time

"The fact I am laying on your face means nothing"

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