I'm A Rollin' Stone All Alone And Lost

"My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing."
— Jillian Medoff (via aplacetomakeyourstand)

my-teen-quote:

just-relatable:

9/11 - Never Forget.
Reblog to show respect to all those who died.

if you don’t have this on your blog today… what is wrong with you?

my-teen-quote:

just-relatable:

9/11 - Never Forget.

Reblog to show respect to all those who died.

if you don’t have this on your blog today… what is wrong with you?


coldaethyl:

stardusttx:

twirliest:

steampoweredplayer:

lollie-pond:

larryismyhallelujah:

thetasrose:

peachy-blisss:

myswagisnice:

I love my mom.

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I am risking nothing

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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.


Thought I’d share the story behind this photo:
It was my last evening in Gettysburg and I was up on Little Round Top to watch the sunset, when I noticed these two Union Reenactors off to my left.  And the first thing that popped in my brain was if I were to take their picture in black and white it would look just like it was taken in 1863.  So I got the camera out and began snapping some pictures including this one, and as I was doing so I came up with a story in my head about these two.  The story I came up with was the older man is younger man’s father, both from Maine, during the harsh day’s fighting of July 2nd they became separated.  After the fighting ended for the evening they both wound up here at Little Round Top, the father couldn’t believe his eyes at first and then before he knew it his arms were wrapped tightly around his son, thankful that he had survived.  They spent the rest of the evening here just talking and even managing a few jokes as they watched the sunset.

Thought I’d share the story behind this photo:

It was my last evening in Gettysburg and I was up on Little Round Top to watch the sunset, when I noticed these two Union Reenactors off to my left.  And the first thing that popped in my brain was if I were to take their picture in black and white it would look just like it was taken in 1863.  So I got the camera out and began snapping some pictures including this one, and as I was doing so I came up with a story in my head about these two.  The story I came up with was the older man is younger man’s father, both from Maine, during the harsh day’s fighting of July 2nd they became separated.  After the fighting ended for the evening they both wound up here at Little Round Top, the father couldn’t believe his eyes at first and then before he knew it his arms were wrapped tightly around his son, thankful that he had survived.  They spent the rest of the evening here just talking and even managing a few jokes as they watched the sunset.

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breatherunlive:

Your voice will be missed. As annoying as it was at times; it was also loud, clear, and funny as fuck.

The Tribe has lost a good one… RIP Joan. Give ‘em hell up there for us.


"You’re fucked. You thought you were going to be someone, but now it’s obvious you’re nobody. You haven’t got as much talent as you thought you had, and there was no Plan B, and you got no skills and no education, and now you’re looking at forty or fifty years of nothing. Less than nothing, probably. That’s pretty heavy. That’s worse than having the brain thing, because what you got now will take a lot longer to kill you. You’ve got the choice of a slow, painful death, or a quick, merciful one."
— Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
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temperancesbren:

Bones • 3 episodes per season 

season 1 ~ the girl in the fridge

"These facts can’t be ignored or dismissed because you think I’m boring or obnoxious, because I don’t matter. What I feel doesn’t matter. Only she matters, only Maggie."



howthisworks-caskett:

castleramblings:

Teases.

Watch Beckett go from focus on the suspect to focus on my boobs Castle.