OMG GUYS THAT WAS ONE TIME
walking into school
remembering there was homework
Man’s worst enemy
The Silent Battle
my little sister was playing with gifpal and told me to try so I did the stupid things and will probably regret it later but oh well
the new slogan for tumblr.com
i will not rest until this gets a million notes
One of the best out takes from any television show, ever.
this is one of my favorite videos
i love how she hits him
i have replayed this like 15 times now
This gave me life.
CHRIS PRATT IS THE BEST IMPROVISER I CAN’T
He has eye masks underneath his eye masks I’m fucking done
these sprites were SOOO COOOOOL
Jadesprite - pearlgirl710
Davesprite - cosmictier
Nannasprite - orangelemonart
Jaspersprite - reversingrhymes
Becoming true friends with a cosplayer means learning what their real hair looks like.
i love GIRLS and i love when girls LOVE THEMSELVES and i love when girls LOVE OTHER GIRLS and this is so AMAZING
A 5-year-old boy with an inoperable brain tumor has one wish for his birthday: a box full of birthday cards with his name on them.
Danny Nickerson, from Foxboro, Massachusetts, was diagnosed with an inoperable and chemotherapy-resistant tumor this past October. He has stopped going to kindergarten during therapy, and gets lonely, according to his family.
"He can recognize his name now," the boy’s mother Carley Nickerson told ABC News. "When he saw his name on the package from magical fairies on Easter, he was so happy."
Nickerson says personalized cards make Danny happy, and has opened a P.O. box to collect letters from well-wishers.
Doctors say less than 10% of children diagnosed with Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma, like Danny, live beyond 18 months.
"I don’t really believe in that," Nickerson says. "He is doing great. Every day is a blessing for us."
Danny has received about 40 letters so far, and his birthday is on July 25th.
Letters can be sent to:
P.O. Box 212
Foxboro, MA 02035
LET’S FUCKING DO THIS!
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.