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ilistentothemaine:

ohhellochristy:

to-survive:

fashion-wh0re:

For anon who told me I don’t have cancer and I used Photoshop to make myself bald.
Fuck you anon.

And look she’s still gorgeous.

Aw!

What a beautiful human being.

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seanagain:

teen-with-twins:

my sister went to a dress up party. guess which one she is?

I literally CANNOT handle this.

Crying.

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nosleepfuckpartyrepeat:

alittlepieceofinsane:

This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.
though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional side effects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.
nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.
until now.
She, is me.
and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.
you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,

<3

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Today is national best friend day. Reblog if you love your best friend.

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There’s over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you’re one of the few who’s never EVER left anon hate in somebody’s ask box.

i-heart-gossip-girl:

why does this have less than 50,000 notes?

Why does this have less than 9,000,000 notes? Tumblr isn’t for hating.

^^this

OMG So proud right now hahaha

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laurjenlovesglee:

hereist0thepast:

stayg0ld3n:

March 2. This girl is already dead.
I will forever Reblog this

this is the saddest thing.

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catspijamas:

For everyone who keeps asking: This is Troy, my little brother. He was murdered on September 1st, 2010. He was only 16 years old, turning 17 in just 6 more days. One of his “best friends” told him to come over to his house, where he shot him straight in the chest. The bullet lodged behind his lungs, but that isn’t what killed him. At first the kids story was that they wanted to get the bullets out of the gun to play with the gun powder, and a bullet exploded. The second story was that they were shooting into the kids mattress, and he accidently shot Troy. Third story was that he was pointing it at Troy, just fooling around and he accidently squeezed the trigger. Whatever happened, all I know is that my baby brother is gone and I still don’t have all of the real answers. At first I thought maybe it was an accident like the kid said; maybe he didn’t really mean to shoot him. But then more and more evidence came to light. How he ran out the back door and hid the gun. How he let Troy stumble to the front porch, fall down the steps and watched him as he drowned in his own blood. How he didn’t call the cops, call for help or try to save him. How he was jealous of Troy, how he was going around showing the gun to people and telling him Troy and him needed to talk. How could it possibly be accident after hearing all of these things?I went to one of the trials for the kid. He sat there, twiddling his thumbs with a big smile on his face. He was whistling, making little noises and looking up at the ceiling without a care in the world. And then he turned around, looked straight at me and smiled as big as he could.I wonder if he’d be smiling if he knew what he did to me, to my family and to Troy’s friends. I wonder if he knows what it’s like to see your little brother, covered in plastic and hard as a rock, laying on a little table in a secluded room. I wonder if he knows what it’s like to reach out, touch skin that’s cold as ice and feel how dead someone is. Even their hair. I wonder if he knows what it’s like to wake up every single fucking day and wish you were dead, instead of them. I wonder if he knows what it’s like to watch news coverage of the murder; seeing your little sister run to the house where he was murdered, screaming and bawling.I wonder if he knows what it’s like to fall to your knees, begging God to bring them back, screaming for them to just be alive again. Even for one tiny moment. Just so you can say goodbye, let them know how much you love them and how you’ll never forget them. There’s days when I just sit in my room, cradling Troy’s sweater to my chest and calling his phone, over and over. Just to hear him say his name on his answering machine. It’s three, maybe four seconds of hearing that wonderful voice again, but it’s never enough. I’ll never get another text from him during school, with him telling me that he misses me and can’t wait to see me again. I’ll never get another phone call with him screaming “YOU STINK. I LOVE YOU. BYE.” and then hanging up, laughing like an idiot the entire time. I’ll never get to see the way his eyes light up when he’s doing something he shouldn’t, or his ridiculous laugh when he does something stupid. All of that is gone, all because some kid was jealous.I know I’ll see him again. Someday. But I’m sick of waiting. I’m sick of waking up every morning and it hitting me all over again that he’s dead. But I won’t give up, ever. My little sister needs me. My family and my friends need me. And what’s the point of killing myself? Troy didn’t give up his chance at life, it was ripped away from him without a second thought. It would be an insult to him and his memory if I did. So I’ll stay strong, try my hardest to be happy, and everyday make him proud of me.
This deserves to be read & reblogged.. by everyone.

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synystergracie:

leaky-sneaky-oprichniki:

cherriesjubilee40:

jamiejedi:

leviathaaaan:

crimson-firecat:

fim-rainbow-dash-and-flash:

ask-axiom:

op-and-company:

sir-alucard:

syrens-kiss:

sexyshizuo:

snoulers:

andrewhussiespoop:

thoughtless-reverie:

superdork2darescue:

thiasthedark:

infiniteboomerang:

hey-listen:

lrfitnessfun:

This isn’t fitness related but if you do something like this it will get reblogged here! These are people that are going to be future serial killers. I wish i could take the puppy out of the picture and hug it!!

Don’t even stop to think, just reblogg this.

I’m seriously shaking from anger. This isn’t okay. I hope those two boys die. They deserve it.

Dude what the fuck?!!!!!!!! D:< fucking motherfuckers!!!!! hope they die in a fire!

Better idea
If you can identify these camelfuckers
give me their addresses.
>:C

yeah, smile.
You won’t be smiling when people find you and beat your face in. >:CCCCC

>:(

Wow
DICKS

If I actually knew these people I’d fucking murder them
what is fucking WRONG with these people!?

NONONONONOONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

OH MY GOD

Hurt the bastards

WHAT. NO. NO. WHAT. WHAT. NO. NO WHAT. NO.
…
NO. REBLOG TIME.

It’s shit like this that makes me want to live on another planet.

I DON’T CARE IF YOURE IN THE MIDDLEOF A RP, WRITING A RESPONSE, OR SENDING ANON HATE. STFU, AND REBLOG THIS.

I would seriously fuck these guys up.

You motherfuckers will end up the same way if I ever meet you :)

NO WORDS.

Mother fuckersThose guys can die for doing that They are horrible people They better hope I don’t find themBecause the are about to get lynched!!!

NO. JUST NO.

This is beyond fucking sick. The look of fucking joy on their faces at what they’ve done makes it so much worse. They deserve no mercy.

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weeniedognation:

This beautiful boy is scheduled for euthanasia on FRIDAY MORNING at a shelter in Norton, VA. He has been returned 3 times to the shelter because of separation anxieties. Michelle Duckworth of the DoxieFollies Villa in Wilmington, Ohio, specializes in these types of issues. She is willing to take him if someone can pull him from the shelter and help get him to her. Her email address is doxiefollies@hotmail.com. Please contact Michelle if you can help! Time is crucial!
PLEASE REBLOG.

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Set Fire to the Rain

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

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imonlyonegirl:

andersjohanson:
Dan, where are you?
My younger brother Daniel is 24 years old. I’ve always bragged about how gorgeous yet modest, talented but humble he is. Dan’s the most thoughtful, kind, considerate and generally fantastic young man I’ve ever met. He cooks, cleans, dresses well, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink – the ultimate SNAG, and I am so proud to be his big sister.
He has travelled the world solo twice, mentored kids, won the Pan-Paciﬁc Championships for the sport he loves, and started his own business. Dan is idolised by his students, adored by his girlfriend and cherished by his family and friends.
Dan told me this February that he thought something was wrong with him. He was incomprehensibly upset – it didn’t make sense to him or me. He’s young, ﬁt, strong, intelligent, grounded and surrounded by love. I didn’t understand that none of that matters when you’re depressed.
Dan did all the right things to try to get himself better. He took the medication he was prescribed, attended the appointments, read books to understand more about the mind. After reading The Art of Happiness several times over, he went to see the Dalai Lama with the hope to broaden his already mature wisdom, knowledge and insight.
I did everything I could to be there for him – my partner Ruth and I attended his gym two nights a week, had him over for dinner, hung out with him when he was lonely. For those 6 months I got up to 10 calls a day from Dan, when he’d often have nothing to say, and just cry. He’d call Ruth at 3am unable to sleep and desperately sad. He really leaned on us, and although we tried to hide the toll it took, I worry he felt like a burden. It broke me to see Dan hurt so much despite our tirelessness.
We went over to his place to play mahjong one night during the 3-day Dalai Lama workshop in June. I had never seen him that happy. We all had such a good time together – I burst into tears of joy as soon as he’d closed the front door. He was getting better.
At 10pm on a Friday night a few weeks later, I got a call from my sister to ask what was going on – Dan had just been registered as a Missing Person. He hasn’t been seen since that morning, when he was having an everyday ordinary chat with Dad in the kitchen. Within half an hour, he’d gone from just bumming around the house, to vanishing into thin air.
I couldn’t sleep – there was way too much to do, too many scenarios to imagine. Quietly, I was conﬁdent he’d just gone away to get some space for a few days, maybe a week. After ﬁve months there’s just as much to do and it can only stop when we’ve found him. It has consumed me, and regardless of what the well-intentioned say, Dan will continue to be my sole focus. I love him, and as exhausted, frustrated and crazy as all of this is making me, I can’t give up.
The worst (and most common) question to answer is ‘What does your gut tell you?’. Those ‘feelings’ people get in the movies; they’re not guaranteed. I have no idea what, how or where. It plagues our minds – we just don’t know. The only thing we do know is that Dan is in Australia. He left without ID, money, his watch or any other belongings, besides his phone (which wasn’t answered the whole day of his disappearance and has been off since that night). He’s just walked away from it all.
Considering someone goes missing every 15 minutes in Australia, we’ve been fortunate with media coverage. I’ve quit my job to manage it, but we’ve had people all over the country putting posters up in their local shops, metropolitan train stations, along major highways. That kind of support has been overwhelming, but Dan is still missing.
This close to Christmas and without even one lead, we’ve been forced to offer a reward. I worry it’ll attract the kind of people who could lead us on a wild, emotional and time-wasting goose chase, but it’s a risk we have to take.
If you can help me ﬁnd him, by means of social media, donation or physically putting a poster up, I’d be so grateful. I promise – he’s worth it (just as I’m sure your brother, son, boyfriend or nephew would be).
Please donate whatever you can (whether it be $5 or $500) to the reward, like the Facebook page to familiarise yourself with his face and follow the tweets for updates as they happen.
Daniel James O’Keeffe is 6ft tall, with hazel eyes, fair skin and brown hair. Keep an eye out over the holidays and if you think you cross paths with him, simply ask ‘Are you Daniel?’. Sightings can be reported via 0478 661 092 (us directly).
Written by his beloved sister, Loren O’Keeffe.
Don’t scroll past this. Maybe he’ll make it home by christmas, or someone will see him and help him find his way home.
Wow this left a knot in my stomach

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