Zombie Flesh, Tastey!

fadeintou:

This is your arrow of destiny. Reblog this and see what comes up next! This person/thing/saying will have something to do with your future.

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Ugh!!! Why? Why? Why? Can’t I draw anything!!!! 

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I wanna reblog this so many times tumblr breaks

This is beautiful.

aw this is fantastic

this is amazing

I HAVE HOPE FOR THE WORLD

this is lovely

1:32 minutes well spent

OMG WOODY FROM TOY STORY!

Just re-blog.

BLESS THIS VIDEO. Crying <3

WHOA WHOA WHOA ! BEST VIDEO EVER !

i teared up.

holy tears of amazing joy.

 Ok so this is actually beautifully amazing.

Will always reblog ♥

Always Reblog

Yep, cried

i love this video so much

crying.

and here are the tears.

 I cried omfg, it’s beautiful.

FOREVER REBLOG<3 :’D

omg, this is beautiful!

Me, crying? Nah. 

Things like this get to me so easily. How can people not just treat people as equals?

iwontcryiwontcryiwontcry

beamanbeamanbeaMAN asjkrgha894thawklghakwgh

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wowfunniestposts:

GO AWAY. DON’T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON MY DADDY.

sorry followers

Perdon followers :S 

SORRYY!!! 

IM SO SORRY. 

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nerdycommunity:

And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.

But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers. 

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memoiresofahippie:

4mmy:

If y’all can reblog drunk girls partying you can reblog a picture of a mother finally getting to see her baby. 

^ this needs to be on my dash.

Aww, this makes me want to cry, couldn’t live without my smell of a mother

 omg :(

I’ve already ranted about shit like this.

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Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

I. AM. CRYING.

Rest in peace, brother.

oh fuck oH FUCK.

I’M LITERATELY CRYING 

UGLY, NOOOOOOOOO

BRB TEARBENDING!! omg, my next cat will be named Ugly in him memory.

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W WHAT THE FCKU

WHATS GOING ON ONMFG

OH MY HOF THIS SI SATNA FKDSJNGASDGSA

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((Doctor Who ref I never got as a kid. ))

it all makes sense now

mother of god

Hahaha K-9 AND the TARDIS! :) 

Things I didn’t notice before. 

OH

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Dante Basco (Zuko) on The Last Airbender movie.

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