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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new ‘gang’ way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this mesage can get accross to everyone.

jadeahontas:

deathc0r3:

Just in case..

oh my GOD

The ruiner’s a collector, he’s an infector serving his shit to his fliesMaybe there will come a day when those that you keep blind will suddenly realizeMaybe it’s a part of me you took to a place I hoped it would never goAnd maybe that fucked me up much more than you’ll ever know

The ruiner’s a collector, he’s an infector serving his shit to his flies
Maybe there will come a day when those that you keep blind will suddenly realize
Maybe it’s a part of me you took to a place I hoped it would never go
And maybe that fucked me up much more than you’ll ever know

abotwin:

Characters I fell in love with during 2011 ★ Dean Winchester, Supernatural

I think I’ll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks… I’m not that into prude chicks anyway.

lulinternet:

taking a break from the sea of commission work i’m doing to make an adventure time gif.

a few days ago adam muto posted a tweet with this killer pizza eyes gif in it (which was based on this drawing by pen ward) and i felt completely obligated to redo it myself.

Reblog if you can hear them say it.

padackins:

SAM!

DEAN!

Scars, can’t be erased

Have you ever felt invisible?

Have you ever felt hated? Loathed? Lost?

I have. Your the one who makes me feel like this.

Your the one, who causes my pain. Who causes me to bleed. To purposely cause myself pain. To rip myself away from others.

I have no friends, everyone calls me an emo bitch, skank, slut, whore.

Loving you, was the worst thing I have ever done.

You have ruined my life, making others hate me, making my family, not talk to me.

The things you do, the things you’ve done to me, make me want to slice your throat open. Take barbed wire to your mouth, cut the skin off your bones.

Your the reason I’m like this, why I love sharp objects, and why I love the warm feeling of blood when it hits my skin.

Your the reason for my scars. You’ve beaten me, you’ve bruised me and cut me.

Those scars, are hard to erase and those memories, are hard to forget.