skypestripper:

when someone you barely know jokes on you

vinebox:

420

sicknymph:

lightning-and-roses:

toonskribblez:

The fact that this year Easter is on 4/20 just makes this pic even better

blaze it and praise it

sicknymph:

lightning-and-roses:

toonskribblez:

The fact that this year Easter is on 4/20 just makes this pic even better

blaze it and praise it

(Source: bcraigv)

frenchinhalechanelxoxo:

linetfupbitches:

lmfao, im crying

CTFU

frenchinhalechanelxoxo:

linetfupbitches:

lmfao, im crying

CTFU

(Source: adorkable-tati)

#bbg #bbgcherries #sakura #cherryblossom #hanami #nyc #japanese #flowers #spring #花見 #桜 #桜祭 #brooklynbotanical #pink #kawaii #かわいい #可愛い (at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens)

#bbg #bbgcherries #sakura #cherryblossom #hanami #nyc #japanese #flowers #spring #花見 #桜 #桜祭 #brooklynbotanical #pink #kawaii #かわいい #可愛い (at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens)

friend: what do you call em?
me: huh? call what?
friend: bandit squirrels
me: excuse me?
friend: you know bandit squirrels with the mask
me: .... a raccoon?
friend: YEAH THOSE

kvotheunkvothe:

thesassylorax:

everthorne:

judas was creepy as fuck

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Personal space, Judas. It’s a thing.

"Hello, Jesus."
"…Judas, we’ve talked about this."

lyrique86:

Crowning the new princess.  One of my favorite parts of every party

; A; that face SOB <3

marsjacobi:

adrians:

I watched this three times

OH MY GOD

(Source: i74960x)

savagemethod:

A month ago I got kicked out of the mall for my attire, apparently a lot of people complained. I was wearing a vest that only exposed my arms and shorts that stopped at the top of my thighs yet still covered my butt. Yet somehow a few petite white girls where walking around wearing crop tops and coochie cutters and *they* werent asked to leave.

Now I work at said mall where I saw more white girls in shorts with their asses hanging out. Walking around happily for hours and not a single security guard asked them to leave.

black booty game too strong for the white folk

sugar-honey-iced-tea:

My younger siblings were being little shits and not going to bed so I stormed into their bedroom with my Angelic Pretty mook switched the light on and yelled “LIGHTS ON!!! WE ARE GONNA TALK ABOUT ANGELIC PRETTY!!” And then they started screaming…..It’s called using your hobby or fandom to punish others hehe

continueplease:

Please take a minute to tweet @forever21 that the “Black Panthers” droptop has got to go

Okay, yeah. They need to simmer the fuck down with some of their shit.

hello kidney: my search for a kidney transplant

surgerycarnival:

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My name is Victoria. I’m a twenty five year old college student. I model and run a fashion blog. I live in Connecticut, where I’m dating a great guy and play kitty-mommy to two tuxedo kittens. This is my tumblr about my search for a kidney transplant and organ donation. 

Although a blogger by trade, it’s been a big step to open up about my chronic illness online. I’m not gonna lie, I’m still pretty anxious about the whole thing. I’m normally a much more private person by nature. However many portraits of my froyo the Internet may have been subjected to (like, 23895) - there are some things I’ve always considered things to keep in just for the real world. 

The trouble with organ donation is that I am looking for, well, a gift. I can’t pick up a fresh, healthy kidney at the Apple store (I wish, right? Does it come in pink? ;D) I need to spread the word in order to have a fighting chance at outsmarting this life-threatening disease one more time. 

When I was around five years old, I was diagnosed with polycystic kidney disease. This means the kidneys I was born with developed many cysts, hollow sacks similar in appearance to grapes and bubbles. As a child, my health declined at around nine to ten years old. By age ten, I needed my first kidney transplant. I didn’t really understand what was going on around me, but I knew I was tired all the times and always felt sick. I spent a lot of time by myself, staying home from school reading the classic Greek myths, fairytales and fantasy books. I had I to take a lot of medications and had to closely watch my diet. Thankfully, my father was my blood type and a great match. Kidney transplants show positive affects almost immediately and within weeks I had strength and energy I hadn’t had in years. 

Kidney transplants are a fairly new procedure. A cocktail of medicines are used to keep your body’s immune system from attacking the transplanted organ, and new drugs are being tested and created all the time. I underwent several drug studies during high school, which often left me exhausted and nauseated. While the drugs kept me from rejecting the kidney, they also damaged it terribly with toxic chemicals.

By the time I was nineteen, a freshman in college, I needed a second kidney transplant. The medications and drug studies had worn my first transplant out, and it was no longer working well enough to keep me healthy. Without it, my symptoms returned with a vengeance. I began dialysis while I looked for another organ donor.

Luckily, my aunt provided my second kidney. This kidney was a good match, but the scarring inside my body from previous surgeries and other maintenance sent me back for more medicine and experimental procedures. I’ve also developed a resistance in my immune system, called donor-specific antibodies. Now at twenty-five, my second kidney is also rapidly failing after a sudden rejection episode. I am currently on dialysis again, a process to manually remove the building toxins from my body. My diet is very limited, and I have to make sure not to stress my body. 

I visit the hospital and dialysis clinic several times a week, as well as work with a dietitian and other specialists. Week by week my medicines are re-evaluated and adjusted with constant blood samples. I receive injections to keep my red blood cell count up, and sometimes infusions of iron. 

While I can live on dialysis for some time, my end desire would be to find a kidney so I can return to a mostly normal life. I want the energy to model, travel, see my friends, return to my studies, and live for a long time. While having a transplanted kidney isn’t a cure for my condition, it would be leaps and bounds ahead of where my health is currently.

 I’m looking for a healthy person to donate a Type O kidney. Please share, reblog or repost this if you would like to help, donate, or know someone who would.

My personal Tumblr: angel-cake.tumblr.com

Help my girl who’s in need!

captaingumdrop:

muddaytires:

1037135:

self-dunk

……”uh oh”

you can see the exact moment where it realizes how bad it fucked up

captaingumdrop:

muddaytires:

1037135:

self-dunk

……”uh oh”

you can see the exact moment where it realizes how bad it fucked up

(Source: gifak-net)

I swore I was telling myself &#8220;omurice&#8221; for the whole night&#8230; and then when I finally try to retire, first thing I see on my dash is this&#8230;
Ok universe, I get it

I swore I was telling myself “omurice” for the whole night… and then when I finally try to retire, first thing I see on my dash is this…

Ok universe, I get it

(Source: sounds-neet)