Souls Bouncing


Time Warp »
Jason: ...I'm doing that thing that I do
Me: Where you're on ebay and you want to buy everything?
Jason: I mean.... I only have... eleven tabs open. It's not like I want EVERYTHING.

Oh Small Soldiers, who knew you’d still be soo good. 

complicatedverbosity:

Just a sidenote: The friendzone doesn’t exist. It’s just an excuse you tell yourself to make up for the fact that someone doesn’t like you.

Also, if you’re consistently getting ‘friendzoned’ the problem lies in you and maybe you should change something about yourself to fix that. No I’m not saying that you’re a bad person, you just need to touch yourself up a bit. Get more confident, dress better, work out, have hobbies, be who you want to date.

Coming back home felt like moving to a foreign place. 

jasonfnsaint:

kadenshane:

Rainy days.

Friendly reminder that I’m friends with this human.

How is Katie even real?

jasonfnsaint:

kadenshane:

Rainy days.

Friendly reminder that I’m friends with this human.

How is Katie even real?

“No one you will ever meet will want you to be happier than they are.”

I’m back home, sitting on my bed with Kiara on my chest, just looking at the walls that contain my room. As much as I missed my cat, being back “home” is just so strange. Nothing seems the way it used to and I can’t even believed that this is where I was staying two weeks ago. I was so comfortable up in Bungendore that this place seems so foreign to me. I traded the city life for open planes, luscious hills and frosted windscreens and came back to dirty unkempt roads, a lack of trees, and people who would probably stab you if you tried to greet them the way you greeted those just 3 hours away. Honestly, Bungendore was a dream. The people, the work, the lifestyle - I could completely go on like that but I’m back here and I’m feeling a little bit down and lost. The city was never my home.

I’m back home, sitting on my bed with Kiara on my chest, just looking at the walls that contain my room. As much as I missed my cat, being back “home” is just so strange. Nothing seems the way it used to and I can’t even believed that this is where I was staying two weeks ago. I was so comfortable up in Bungendore that this place seems so foreign to me. I traded the city life for open planes, luscious hills and frosted windscreens and came back to dirty unkempt roads, a lack of trees, and people who would probably stab you if you tried to greet them the way you greeted those just 3 hours away. Honestly, Bungendore was a dream. The people, the work, the lifestyle - I could completely go on like that but I’m back here and I’m feeling a little bit down and lost. The city was never my home.

jasonfnsaint:

angelophile:

Gambit cosplay by Michael Huffman.

Photos by York In A Box and Somatic Studios.

Liz is gonna shit.

Ddduuuudddeeee

I’m back home, sitting on my bed with Kiara on my chest, just looking at the walls that contain my room. As much as I missed my cat, being back “home” is just so strange. Nothing seems the way it used to and I can’t even believed that this is where I was staying two weeks ago. I was so comfortable up in Bungendore that this place seems so foreign to me. I traded the city life for open planes, luscious hills and frosted windscreens and came back to dirty unkempt roads, a lack of trees, and people who would probably stab you if you tried to greet them the way you greeted those just 3 hours away. Honestly, Bungendore was a dream. The people, the work, the lifestyle - I could completely go on like that but I’m back here and I’m feeling a little bit down and lost. The city was never my home.

I’m back home, sitting on my bed with Kiara on my chest, just looking at the walls that contain my room. As much as I missed my cat, being back “home” is just so strange. Nothing seems the way it used to and I can’t even believed that this is where I was staying two weeks ago. I was so comfortable up in Bungendore that this place seems so foreign to me. I traded the city life for open planes, luscious hills and frosted windscreens and came back to dirty unkempt roads, a lack of trees, and people who would probably stab you if you tried to greet them the way you greeted those just 3 hours away. Honestly, Bungendore was a dream. The people, the work, the lifestyle - I could completely go on like that but I’m back here and I’m feeling a little bit down and lost. The city was never my home.

How bra stores seem to think things work:

Anything smaller than a C cup: must be pre-pubescent. Ugly patterns, and colours. Lot's of animals and stripes.
C to D cup: A woman! Pretty lacy things, nice patterns, large variety.
Anything over a D cup: Beige. Lots and lots of beige.