apartment20:

I reblog this every time I see it because I have yet to find a gif I like more.

mdthwomp:

Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.

(via xkaleidoscopesx)

speedlimit15:

*pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce”*

(via kaffekaffe)

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sadgrl1993:

omg look how cute this angle is wow
http://xmadysenx.tumblr.com/post/95399840624/tbhidekanymore-i-went-to-st-augustine-this

tbhidekanymore:

I went to St. Augustine this weekend to see Panic! At The Disco. While we were there we were super tourists and took a ghost tour. So we’re walking down this dark alley with our little old lady tour guide and she asks us “what are you in town for?” So I tell her we’re in town…

TAMPA! It’s like a 3 hour drive.

There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.

There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.

There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
with care.

And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.

Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via cactuslungs)

(via euo)

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Mara Lane in a Jantzen swimsuit at the Sands Hotel, Las Vegas, 1954 (via)

I went to St. Augustine this weekend to see Panic! At The Disco. While we were there we were super tourists and took a ghost tour. So we’re walking down this dark alley with our little old lady tour guide and she asks us “what are you in town for?” So I tell her we’re in town to see PATD and her response I swear on Brendon Urie’s beautiful fucking face was “Panic at the disco? I remember those days ‘who are you!? Where am I?!” As she was flailing her arms. I was crying, omfg.

THEME.