Blargh

:)

It is very frustrating not to be understood in this world. If you say one thing and keep being told that you mean something else, it can make you want to scream. But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us, whether you are an electric form of decoration, peppermint-scented sweet, a source of timber, or a potato pancake.

—Lemony Snicket (via coello)

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heyyydeelee: For some reason or another, I think my girlfriend would enjoy being in this pile of madness O.O

heyyydeelee:

For some reason or another, I think my girlfriend would enjoy being in this pile of madness O.O

(Source: fuckyeahreading)

bradelterman: I will never forget that afternoon during the summer of ‘77 when I drove Joan out to the Sherman Oaks to hit a bunch of balls in a batting cage. After the softballs and photos, we ate a bunch of hot dogs and drove back to civilization, the Sunset Strip.  Photo by Brad Elterman

bradelterman:

I will never forget that afternoon during the summer of ‘77 when I drove Joan out to the Sherman Oaks to hit a bunch of balls in a batting cage. After the softballs and photos, we ate a bunch of hot dogs and drove back to civilization, the Sunset Strip. 

Photo by Brad Elterman

deadsurfer:

Ugh, I hate it when people say “Fuck the police”.

Don’t just fuck the police.

Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.

(Source: parjars, via realistdreamer)