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I want to fly can you take me far away give me a star to reach for tell me what it takes and I'll go so high, I'll go so high my feet won't touch the ground stitch my wings and pull the strings I bought these dreams
that all fall down..

butterflies-and-lost-skies:

kiss-meyou-fool:

vansandbeaches:

whataboutmikey:

That the kind of eye-rape that gets you from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds.

Daaaamn.

if he ever looked at me like that, I’m pulling him in the bed room

I’m pretty sure he should be walking in to my bedroom like this..

wonderingaboutmemories:

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lackingly:

Angels & Demons (by Lauren.Field)

diabetic-homeless-hookers:

interrobangsandtildes:

Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.
Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.
Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.

I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.

gazerlily:

fr-eska:

glowist:

sstay-rad:

weestcoast:

rainydaysandblankets:

there is nothing quite like swimming while it rains.

^^^^

Quite sure that this is one of the better things in life

impeccable

is that a sharkon the right side just before the water meets the sky????

There’s nothing quite like swimming in the rain while a shark is around

nevermind89:

hippiesispunkz:

vatican—cameos:

hippiesispunkz:

x

HOLY TITS.

babies <3

lsd-luxuries:

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shaded-earth:

enimrac01:

lilyjoy30-impala:

daenerystaygaryen:

To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.

But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light.
You hear a dripping noise behind you.
You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood.
You go to scream but then something hits you from behind.
You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.

i’m just gonna pretend that middle part never happened