Jul 09

tastefullyoffensive:

Sasha vs. Q-tips [symphonicotter]

Jul 09

ahawtlesbian:

hey there delilah whats it like up in rack city?

i see 10s of 10s of 20s laying down upon your titties

yes i do

no one can twerk dat ass like you

i swear its true

Jul 09
dreamy-disorder:

complete—bitch:

dreamy-disorder:

It started off small, as it nearly always does. Just a small cut, though I still have the scar from the first time I attacked my body with a scissor. I was 9 years old. 10, nearly 11 years ago.
I was so ashamed. I tried to stop, over and over again. At school cutters were ridiculed; “attention seekers, disgusting, hahaha I’m gonna slash my wrist, they deserve to die, I hate them”. I hated myself. I hid my cuts under sweatbands, bracelets, girl boxer shorts. I would cut just a little every time, spread throughout my body so as to not raise suspicion. One cut on my foot, two on my thigh, one on my arm. Who would’ve known?
I was confronted once. When I had too many scars on my left arm and I stopped wearing my sweatband. My mother asked me what they were, if I had done it myself? Noo, me? No, of course not. She believed me. I was 14 years old.
I tried to quit so many times, and I managed it too. For a few weeks, or maybe a few months. The longest I went was 3 years. But it always came back. Always.
Summer 2011. I was 17 and a half. This is when it started to go downhill. This is when it started to get serious. This is when I didn’t give a damn, when I gave myself over to self harm. Big cuts that required stitches. I never got them. I didn’t want questions, I was too ashamed to let anyone see to and treat my cuts. I didn’t want the judgement I was so sure would come. I was alone in my private hell. So alone.
And now? Now I’m 19, nearly 20 years old. My cuts are no longer small scratches. I’ve cut to the bone, I’ve hit nerves and tendons, I have nerve damage. Stitches, both internal and external. And veins. I’ve hit veins, big ones. Where the blood squirts out of your arm.
I’ve lost too much blood. My iron levels are so low that I can barely walk without nearly fainting. I never thought that it would get to this point. Where I would need transfusions to make up for the blood that I have lost. By my own hand.
So please. Don’t be as stupid as I was. Get help, the sooner the better. Don’t let it get as serious, as far as I have. It’s dangerous, it’s lonely, it’s tough and it’s not worth it. You are much better than this.

WHY HASN’T THIS GOT SO MANY MORE NOTES?
I’m so sorry for your experience, but I admire you for sharing it and showing other people.

Thank you :)

dreamy-disorder:

complete—bitch:

dreamy-disorder:

It started off small, as it nearly always does. Just a small cut, though I still have the scar from the first time I attacked my body with a scissor. I was 9 years old. 10, nearly 11 years ago.

I was so ashamed. I tried to stop, over and over again. At school cutters were ridiculed; “attention seekers, disgusting, hahaha I’m gonna slash my wrist, they deserve to die, I hate them”. I hated myself. I hid my cuts under sweatbands, bracelets, girl boxer shorts. I would cut just a little every time, spread throughout my body so as to not raise suspicion. One cut on my foot, two on my thigh, one on my arm. Who would’ve known?

I was confronted once. When I had too many scars on my left arm and I stopped wearing my sweatband. My mother asked me what they were, if I had done it myself? Noo, me? No, of course not. She believed me. I was 14 years old.

I tried to quit so many times, and I managed it too. For a few weeks, or maybe a few months. The longest I went was 3 years. But it always came back. Always.

Summer 2011. I was 17 and a half. This is when it started to go downhill. This is when it started to get serious. This is when I didn’t give a damn, when I gave myself over to self harm. Big cuts that required stitches. I never got them. I didn’t want questions, I was too ashamed to let anyone see to and treat my cuts. I didn’t want the judgement I was so sure would come. I was alone in my private hell. So alone.

And now? Now I’m 19, nearly 20 years old. My cuts are no longer small scratches. I’ve cut to the bone, I’ve hit nerves and tendons, I have nerve damage. Stitches, both internal and external. And veins. I’ve hit veins, big ones. Where the blood squirts out of your arm.

I’ve lost too much blood. My iron levels are so low that I can barely walk without nearly fainting. I never thought that it would get to this point. Where I would need transfusions to make up for the blood that I have lost. By my own hand.

So please. Don’t be as stupid as I was. Get help, the sooner the better. Don’t let it get as serious, as far as I have. It’s dangerous, it’s lonely, it’s tough and it’s not worth it. You are much better than this.

WHY HASN’T THIS GOT SO MANY MORE NOTES?

I’m so sorry for your experience, but I admire you for sharing it and showing other people.

Thank you :)

Jul 09
gohomekiki:

I ask the American commentators, please stop announcing that Landon Donovan is the “all-time U.S. leading goal scorer.” He is not. With 57 international goals, he’s not even in the Top Five. The all-time U.S. leading goal scorer is Abby Wambach, with 167 goals, followed by Mia Hamm (158), Kristine Lilly (130), Michelle Akers (105) and Tiffeny Milbrett (100). In fact, Abby Wambach is the all-time leading goal scorer in the world, among all soccer players, male or female. (via World Cup Soccer Stats Erase The Sport’s Most Dominant Players: Women)

gohomekiki:

I ask the American commentators, please stop announcing that Landon Donovan is the “all-time U.S. leading goal scorer.” He is not. With 57 international goals, he’s not even in the Top Five. The all-time U.S. leading goal scorer is Abby Wambach, with 167 goals, followed by Mia Hamm (158), Kristine Lilly (130), Michelle Akers (105) and Tiffeny Milbrett (100). In fact, Abby Wambach is the all-time leading goal scorer in the world, among all soccer players, male or female. (via World Cup Soccer Stats Erase The Sport’s Most Dominant Players: Women)

Jul 09

riddlemeasecret:

Merlin does not approve.

Jul 09
thesabbit:

cavityqueen:

my friend works in the grooming department at PetSmart and they just bought a bunch of puppy safe hair chaLK I AM DEAD

What eeveelution is this

thesabbit:

cavityqueen:

my friend works in the grooming department at PetSmart and they just bought a bunch of puppy safe hair chaLK I AM DEAD

What eeveelution is this

Jul 09

deheerkonijn:

Some recreational sweating and a revisiting of the Excalibur tattoo.

Jul 09
Jul 09
Jul 08

I can not deal with all the attractive that is about to happen in this game!

Jul 08
Jul 08

chelseawelseyknight:

Mean Girls cast: Then and Now

OH MY GOD, CRYING IS HAPPENING

Jul 08
Jul 08

randydave69:

xaldien:

I’ve reblogged this once before and I’m not sorry


I will reblog any time I see it! LOVE IT!

Jul 08