#i’m crying #crying for americans who don’t get to experience these #WHICH COUNTRY HAS THE FREEDOM NOW BITCHES #i’m sorry that took a turn for the worse
THESE WERE MY FUCKING FAVOURITE OH MY GOD
WHAT I MISS MOST
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,Not enough reblog so, I deliver my Idea again. For more information, just go on my tumblr :) three or five pages back. Something like that.
i like this
But please, be careful. Remember that this isn’t a joke to some people, and those people might be doing crazy things because they honestly believe that their lives are going to end. So, if you do go outside and write on things, make sure that you’re safe.
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the reason why the world isn’t going to end in 2012
oH MY GOD I HAVENT HEARD THIS IN YEARS
oh my god.
BEST FUCKING THROWBACK I AINT EVEN GON LIE
ERM. THIS IS THE JONAS BROTHERS? BUSTED SUBG THIS. FUCK. YOU. ALL.
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Can we all appreciate this for a moment? I think I won the Internet with this last night.
And yes, posting this was completely necessary.
This.
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Campaign to raise awareness for eating disorders (x)
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The Definition of grunge: A genre of music that has a low, dirty sound, with guitars usually tuned to a lower key, and usually has angst filled lyrics. Made popular by bands like Nirvana, Alice In Chains, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, ect.
What people on Tumblr seem to think grunge is:Inverted crosses, pastel colored hair, yin yang signs, taking pictures with “vintage effects”, pictures of galaxies, and everything that is not in fact “grunge.”
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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.
This has nothing to do with this blog but meh.
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theriseoftherecklessandthebrave:
wellsomebody take my laptop away from me
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Your blog has now been signed by All Time Low!
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2 months. 8 weeks. 60 days. 1461 hours. 87658 minutes. 5259487 seconds. Put it how you like but it was all too long.
2 months without Alex, yes the touring was important and you knew how much it meant to him and his fans, but it was just so god damn hard. You missed the little things most of all, the way he played with his hair when he was tired, the way he played with his hands when he didn’t know what to say but most of all, the way he could make you laugh and smile even on your worst day.
Tonight was the last night of the tour and the boys were playing in Baltimore. You were going along to watch, call it a surprise, as Jack was sick of Alex’s constant moaning of how much he missed you. You went into your bedroom you shared with Alex and walked over to your closet, what to wear? After about 2 hours and god knows how many outfits you finally decided on skinnies, an ATL shirt and hoodie and converse. Just as you were putting on your shoes your phone flashed;
*1 new message: Alex
