Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

killbenedictcumberbatch:

drugdoer:

A hero’s journey

this gif is like 20 seconds but it was like watching an entire movie

killbenedictcumberbatch:

drugdoer:

A hero’s journey

this gif is like 20 seconds but it was like watching an entire movie

sassy-snow-queen:

artificialimperialism:

myuncertainlife:

fandom-fox:

spoopyphilia:

did you know when you suddenly jerk awake while falling asleep, another version of you from a different timeline just died

This post messed me up.

It’s actually because your heart rate decreased so quickly that your brain jerks you awake to make sure you’re still alive.

i dont know wHICH ONE IS WORSE

either I have an unlimited supply of dead counterparts or I almost die in my sleep on a daily basis

ishkaqwiaidurugnul:

lightningflies:


I HAVE BEEN WATCHING THIS FOR ABOUT TEN MINUTES IT HASN’T STOPPED BEING FUNNY YET


HOW THE HECK IS THIS POSSIBLE WHAT IS HIS BEARD MADE OF STEEL???

ishkaqwiaidurugnul:

lightningflies:

I HAVE BEEN WATCHING THIS FOR ABOUT TEN MINUTES IT HASN’T STOPPED BEING FUNNY YET

HOW THE HECK IS THIS POSSIBLE WHAT IS HIS BEARD MADE OF STEEL???

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.

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.

The Spine’s dance moves though

strawberrygrave:

champagnewithpapi:

"I coulda dropped my croissant"

THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE VINE

Welcoming somebody to tumblr

nomdeplume1313:

stilestnski:

redofthewestcountry:

Supernatural has a gif for everything

The Sherlockians are mad

The Whovians are permenantly confused

The fannibals are polite, but don’t trust them

The Hetalians ship nations

LOTR are welcoming

The Potterheads have awoken

And there’s Merlin crying in the corner

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And you just proved number 1 on that list.