– open your fucking eyes. (via praying-to-be-happy-again)
OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES.
It was never just the cat.
They never already ate.
They weren’t cold in july.
They didn’t have the stomach flu.
They weren’t just tired.
They weren’t fine.
They didn’t just have a bad day.
They weren’t just upset.
THEY WERE DEPRESSED, so open your fucking eyes before it’s too late!
trying to sing both parts in a disney song like
A WHOLE NEW WORLdon’t you dare close your eyes
A HUNDRED THOUShold your breath it gets better
I’M LIKE A SHOOTING STAR, I’VE COME SO FAR, I CAN’T GO BACK TO WHEREa whole new wooorrlllEVERY TURN A SURPRIwith new horizonEVERY MOMENT GETS BETTER
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
my favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and they point the mic at the crowd and u just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and u see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else
When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”
i’m creating a kickstarter for cojones right now
HOLY SHIT THO
Baby sea turtle swimming
or is it flying through the snow
Definitely flying through the snow.
Good afternoon! We’re gonna have a great jump today! Okay, first crank a hard cutback as you hit the wall. There’s a screaming bottom curve, so watch out. Remember: rip it, roll it, and punch it!