WorldFromALens

20 years old Newfoundland, Canada. Zombies. Coffee,
mudboned:

concave-stomachs:

smilebrighterthenthesun:

crazyteenblogger:




they’re coming home for the hoilday



if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you

whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through

Once when I told a soldier thank you, he was really surprised and said he didn’t get thank you’s a lot, and my heart just kinda fell out of my chest.


those seats fucking sucked but we were coming home so it didn’t matter

godzillaofficial:

whenever i see a post about someone wondering how an  asexual and a sexual can be in a healthy relationship there’s always someone being applauded for saying well asexuals can have sex too or just because someone’s asexual doesn’t mean they won’t have sex but i have never, not once, EVER seen someone say well hey, some sexuals don’t have sex. you can have a full relationship without sex. just throwing it out there

nunnery:

“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in kansas city, missouri. it took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. a taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. he stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. he opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them. Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. i built them a vitrine with a light blue base. their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. the points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. the tragedy of beauty is its transience. The twins live forever in their own demise. they are sleeping beauties. they have been muses since i first saw them.We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. we erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. my twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. the twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”
-Peregrine Honig

octopusheart:

dendropsyche:

sharped0:

clientsfromhell:

Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.

Me: What black pen?

Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.

Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?

Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.

this almost made me cry

this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.

I feel ill

iverbz:

penta-kill:

digginitwithacoolshovel:

summoner1027:

when I play adc.

Omfg..

when kyle and i botlane :I

"we can 2 v 3 easy" - me before we die
wnderlst:

Elbe Sandstone Mountains, Germany | Thomas W.