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everything reblogged. nothing original.

(via riotrepublic) do they have versions for people who aren’t white?

(via riotrepublic)

do they have versions for people who aren’t white?

martymcfly160: zarigee: marty, where is her butt? … and who is this? alizee. she’s french http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceSxEjwXHcM sorry, this is the right one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCz8R25hlFI

martymcfly160:

zarigee:

marty, where is her butt?

… and who is this?

alizee. she’s french

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceSxEjwXHcM

sorry, this is the right one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCz8R25hlFI

isbsh: © (via ATTIO-FYRA) That is completely disturbing. I must reblog.

isbsh:

© (via ATTIO-FYRA)

That is completely disturbing. I must reblog.

havent-got-a-prayer: I only have two days left in the city that I grew up in.  Years of memories play out like photo albums in my mind—tributes to everything that once was, but nothing more.  This is all still quite surreal.  One of my closest friends is coming down from school on Friday to make my last day that much more memorable.  Saturday morning will be an early start, and the afternoon will be reserved for my goodbyes.  The evening will be the moment when it all comes together and time stands still. I was reading Cody’s post about his own town; and while there are some differences, I still found myself relating to that feeling of being unable to separate oneself from the past.  As the lyrics to one of my favorite musicals illustrates: “How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?  It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out until you’re torn apart.” That is why this move is such a good thing for my spirit.  My past is like a shadow that follows me into every new venture that I attempt to undertake here.  I am tired of constantly wondering who I’m going to run into and I am tired of feeling as though I must avoid certain places simply because of the memories attached. I know that I will miss Corpus Christi so much; but this city has run out of room for me.  It’s ideas and values aren’t growing with my own, and I have too much history here to be truly happy if I had chosen to remain.  California is my blank canvas, and I’m going to paint it whatever colors I want. Leaving any place can be difficut, whether or not you still think of it as ‘home’. I definitely didn’t think of Texas as such when I made the decision to move, but when the time came to get in my car and drive 800 miles to my new home I was torn. Yeah, I love change/new beginnings/adventure… but I was also abandoning everything I had grown up with, everything I had worked for. I got in the car and didn’t look back. I’ve visited a few times over the years, but I’ve never quite reclaimed the magic I once felt when living there. And yet while living elsewhere, I’ve realized that no matter how far you go from Texas, a huge part of her stays with you. I still miss sweet, slow summer nights. Best of luck in Cali.

havent-got-a-prayer:

I only have two days left in the city that I grew up in.  Years of memories play out like photo albums in my mind—tributes to everything that once was, but nothing more.  This is all still quite surreal.  One of my closest friends is coming down from school on Friday to make my last day that much more memorable.  Saturday morning will be an early start, and the afternoon will be reserved for my goodbyes.  The evening will be the moment when it all comes together and time stands still.

I was reading Cody’s post about his own town; and while there are some differences, I still found myself relating to that feeling of being unable to separate oneself from the past.  As the lyrics to one of my favorite musicals illustrates: “How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?  It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out until you’re torn apart.” That is why this move is such a good thing for my spirit.  My past is like a shadow that follows me into every new venture that I attempt to undertake here.  I am tired of constantly wondering who I’m going to run into and I am tired of feeling as though I must avoid certain places simply because of the memories attached.

I know that I will miss Corpus Christi so much; but this city has run out of room for me.  It’s ideas and values aren’t growing with my own, and I have too much history here to be truly happy if I had chosen to remain.  California is my blank canvas, and I’m going to paint it whatever colors I want.

Leaving any place can be difficut, whether or not you still think of it as ‘home’.

I definitely didn’t think of Texas as such when I made the decision to move, but when the time came to get in my car and drive 800 miles to my new home I was torn. Yeah, I love change/new beginnings/adventure… but I was also abandoning everything I had grown up with, everything I had worked for. I got in the car and didn’t look back.

I’ve visited a few times over the years, but I’ve never quite reclaimed the magic I once felt when living there. And yet while living elsewhere, I’ve realized that no matter how far you go from Texas, a huge part of her stays with you.

I still miss sweet, slow summer nights.

Best of luck in Cali.

elvira: wow! allcreatures: Goffin Cockatoo at 1 month old, by nybird it looks llke a chocobo haha

elvira:

wow!

allcreatures:

Goffin Cockatoo at 1 month old, by nybird

it looks llke a chocobo haha

chris-o: Why didn’t I look outside before I left home this morning? I’m wearing my suede Court Forces and it’s starting to rain. The toe box is already wet and stained. Fuck this. Dude that sucks :/ You can get out small water stains out with a pencil eraser… but iono if they’re really soaked… good luck

chris-o:

Why didn’t I look outside before I left home this morning? I’m wearing my suede Court Forces and it’s starting to rain. The toe box is already wet and stained. Fuck this.

Dude that sucks :/ You can get out small water stains out with a pencil eraser… but iono if they’re really soaked… good luck

When Facebook jumps in on this shit, you know it’s a big deal. GET HYPE.

When Facebook jumps in on this shit, you know it’s a big deal. GET HYPE.