I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
HOLY SHIT
(via looselipswreckships)
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
(via looselipswreckships)
i really don’t understand how a lot of you are single because you’re all attractive and have good music taste like what more do people want
sanity
people are so demanding
(via looselipswreckships)
if people don’t kill people
and guns kill people
do toasters toast toast
or does toast toast toast?
(via looselipswreckships)
timelord-pendragon-ofbakerstreet:
#what if the doctor is saying a whole bunch of different words in gallifreyan here #and they’re all just translating into physics because our puny human language doesn’t pick up on the subtleties #what if that’s what he really means when he says he hopes they’re getting all that down #secrets of time and space courtesy of the last of the time lords #what if
I’ve reblogged this before, but I’ll say it again:
Headcanon SO. FREAKING. ACCEPTED.
ACCEPTED.
(via letmartyhandlethis)
just look
it’s Colton Haynes in MCR’s I Don’t Love You video
it’s mothefucking Colton Haynes from Teen Wolf
what the hell,i’m shoked
WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Alejandro Cartagena - The Car Poolers (2012)
“A bridge is situated on a highway that goes from the Mexican city of Nuevo Laredo — across the United States border in Laredo, Texas — due south to Monterrey. In the winter early-morning hours, Cartagena stood there, pointing his lens down at the passing cars, like a distracted spy.
He was peeking into the backs of the pickup trucks, where construction workers pile together on their way to earn an honest living. Car Poolers is an effort to peer inside these tiny worlds that straddle public and private.”