Sitting on a rock in the middle of a creek. Fucking awesome.


"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

"For you, boy, I’ve prepared a most appropriate and humiliating death."

buildabitchworkshop:

"talk dirty to me"

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thebookworm:

evilsupplyco:

Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.

This is surprisingly motivating.

religiousmom:

School just really sucks cause they take this wonderful concept of learning and discovering new things and just completely ruin it with the atmosphere of judgement and suppression of creativity and strict deadlines and basing your intelligence on a letter and wow you ruined it nice job

Depressing thing of the day!!!

Being in town for a couple of days, I thought I would go and see my Grandmother, who suffers from Alzheimer’s. Since shes been diagnosed a few years ago, she has been getting progressively more agitated with anything and everyone, often yelling at people and refusing to accept visitors when they visit, however, shes never been anything but sweet and happy when I’ve gone to visit.

So today, I drove to the home, and walked down the hallways to her door, knocked, and, unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer (she never answers the first knock, hoping the person will just go away I guess.) After a few seconds, I knock again; “Nanny, (our name for her, I couldn’t say Granny when I was a baby) it’s your grandson. Are you up for a visit before I head back to school?” Again, no reply. I wait a second, and start to knock again, when she yells out “Go away! I don’t have a grandson! I don’t have any family, and I don’t want to see you! Get the hell away from my door!”

So I did.

Getting old sucks.

So who wants to talk to a lonely drunk who wants attention?

If my motherfucking package is in the city I live in, WHY THE FUCK ISN’T IT ARRIVING UNTIL TOMORROW ACCORDING TO EVERYTHING?