itscalledawormstache:

purgatory-destiel:

always reblog the wormstache

Ladies and gentlemen, my namesake.

(Source: justponds, via idealurl)

shianavega:

landofloveandlies:

thetinkertoyboy:

raetherandom:

BIkers Against Child Abuse Helps Make Abused Children Feel Safe Again

“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”


During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.  
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”

shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.

^Yes.

shianavega:

landofloveandlies:

thetinkertoyboy:

raetherandom:

BIkers Against Child Abuse Helps Make Abused Children Feel Safe Again

“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.

If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.

And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”

During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.  

“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.

“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.

“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.

“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”

shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.

^Yes.

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Imagine if you logged onto tumblr one day, and gifs suddenly had sound.

sodamnrelatable:

you’d open up your dash to this explosion of noise and your face would be like:

image

 

(Source: gerardwway, via neuro-illogical)

anywherebuttheelectricchair:

fandomblogger:

memewhore:

So I wonder, if you put enough rubber bands around someone’s head…

THIS WEBSITE IS MADE UP OF PSYCHOPATHS AND DRUGGIES I SWEAR

this is what you’re getting yahoo. this is what you’re getting.

anywherebuttheelectricchair:

fandomblogger:

memewhore:

So I wonder, if you put enough rubber bands around someone’s head…

THIS WEBSITE IS MADE UP OF PSYCHOPATHS AND DRUGGIES I SWEAR

this is what you’re getting yahoo. 
this is what you’re getting.

(Source: onlylolgifs, via marrymecarstairs)

picture-of-a-promise:

baby-in-trenchcoat:

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas:

i-just-rode-up-on-a-unicorn-and:

Look at you sitting in front of your computer. Why don’t you just come on the bed with me?

ok



that gif oh my god

picture-of-a-promise:

baby-in-trenchcoat:

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas:

i-just-rode-up-on-a-unicorn-and:

Look at you sitting in front of your computer. Why don’t you just come on the bed with me?

ok

image

that gif oh my god

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letloosethekraken:

Truer words have never been spoken.

(Source: theunknown-abyss, via kaeandlucy)

thats-not-very-punk-of-you:

Pierce The Veil - Hold On Till May (Acoustic)

whY ISN’T EVERYONE REBLOGGING THIS

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depression-cuts-tears:

yasiiia:

I began to hysterically cry when I realized that this described me to a T.

me

depression-cuts-tears:

yasiiia:

I began to hysterically cry when I realized that this described me to a T.

me

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