fishingboatproceeds:

godzilladez:

fishingboatproceeds:

Stop trying to make google+ happen, Gretchen.

Tumblr: Here’s everything Donut has ever been in. Here’s a fifteen second gif of this actor eating a donut. This is what it means when donuts are eaten in this sign. Here’s how to kill somebody with a donut. Here’s how to bury a body with a donut. Here’s Supernatural. 

Here’s Benedict Cumberbatch eating a donut. Here’s a map of per capita donut consumption. Here’s an inspirational quote about beauty written in helvetica on a donut. Here’s how donuts are tools of the patriarchy. 
God I love tumblr.

I finally get it!

fishingboatproceeds:

godzilladez:

fishingboatproceeds:

Stop trying to make google+ happen, Gretchen.

Tumblr: Here’s everything Donut has ever been in. Here’s a fifteen second gif of this actor eating a donut. This is what it means when donuts are eaten in this sign. Here’s how to kill somebody with a donut. Here’s how to bury a body with a donut. Here’s Supernatural. 

Here’s Benedict Cumberbatch eating a donut. Here’s a map of per capita donut consumption. Here’s an inspirational quote about beauty written in helvetica on a donut. Here’s how donuts are tools of the patriarchy. 

God I love tumblr.

I finally get it!

(Source: elysemarshall, via iamnotanartistbutthisismyart)

Vagabond’s diary entry #2

Isn’t it strange that when people want to imply a decline in the social prosperity of their lives they say that everything has gone ‘downhill’; while simultaneously, when someone wants to imply a general struggle in life they say that its an ‘uphill’ battle. Basically, I feel, hills suck.

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iamnotanartistbutthisismyart:

http://lupus.donorpages.com/ArizonaWalk/MelinaGomez2014/


Last year the fundraiser walk for Lupus Awareness was put together in a matter of a couple of months and still we managed to earn donations far beyond what anyone expected or hoped for. This is because people are finally starting to see…

After all this time,
all the pain and all the mistakes I’ve made,
I still don’t know.
I don’t know if the good outweighs the bad.  
If generous acts can make up somehow for horrible words.
If the love in us is greater than the hate…
The envy
The fear.
Will everything I’ve done ever mean enough to be forgiven for everything I didn’t?
And if isn’t, if it doesn’t,
Does that mean that there will never be a day when I can look at you,
And not remember all of it, 
When I can just remember the good things,
No matter how few?
After how much time
How much pain
How many mistakes
Can I know.

So….

I haven’t posted in a while, life has been taking many twists and turns lately and I’m trying to keep up; I haven’t had much time for the rest. But I also have to keep sane somehow and writing is the best way I know how so I am back. Thanks for those of you who read these ramblings of mine. It means the world.

Sometimes I feel like I’m from Asteroid B-612. And I just want to go home…