This started out as a project with a couple of fucked up college kids. Well, now that summer is here it is down to one fucked up drop out. I am the kid in school who everyone hated. i pissed people off for the hell of it. I do not care what you think of me. I am out there, way out there. People get tired of me but it is fine. I dont like you either. I keep to myself and a few close friends. I like meeting new people but never actually do. My blogs on here will most likely just be random stuff that I like and enjoy. From time to time I will get depressed or pissed off enough to actually write an actually "entry". But not often. if you have actually read this then more power to you. Thank you for seeing it and I hope I do not offend you too much. Now fuck off.
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Charlie Comero, a trans man living in Charlotte, North Carolina, thought of a creative response to the recent passing of the H2 Bill — personalized business cards to hand out in the women’s restroom, which he is now forced to use.(x)
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that time andy samberg was a complete savage re: the guys choice awards
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Im not asking for much, I just dont want to be the worst part of your day anymore.
It becomes tiring to know that I am the reason for each bad mood that you have, to know that I am the reason for the tears, the reason there is no happy. Constant wondering why you said yes or why you even stay each day. How am I supposed to raise a child, actually children if I cant make the person I love the most happy? What am I doing wrong? Why am I this way?
What happens in a childs life that turns them into an adult with no happiness? How do I not make the same mistakes with my children? Am I really ready for this or should I just leave now and let them live a happy life? I have never been so torn in life. I had everything going well and planned out. The script flipped too fast for me to land on my feet. Now I am stuck trying to figure out which way to go and no hints as to which way is best.
Wish me the best, I guess. Not sure how this is going to turn out.
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come to the dark side, we have cookies as big as you.
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On 5 September, 1982, 12-year-old Johnny Gosch disappeared from his paper route in West Des Moines. A neighbour, Mike, would later reported that he witnessed Johnny speaking to an unidentified man before he appeared to walk back in the direction of his house. Mike also reported that he witnessed a different man seemingly follow Johnny as he walked home. Later on in the afternoon, neighbours of the Gosch family began to call the house and inform his parents, John and Noreen, that their papers were still undelivered. John set out in search of his son and discovered his wagon filled with undelivered newspapers just two blocks from their home. The authorities were called and theorised that Johnny had been abducted although little evidence turned up and no suspects were named. He became one of the first children to be featured on milk cartons, yet authorities were no closer to solving his disappearance. The case went cold and no new information was discovered until March 1997, when Noreen Gosch claims that she was awoken at approximately 2 a.m. by a knock at the door. It was none other than her son, Johnny Gosch, now 27-years-old, accompanied by a man. She claimed she spoke to her son for an hour; throughout the hour, he kept looking at the anonymous man, seemingly for approval. He refused to tell her where he was living or where he was going. Even more alarming, on 1 September, 2006, Noreen reported that somebody had left photographs (one of the less graphic is shown above) on her doorsteps which depicted Johnny, and a number of other young boys, bound and gagged. One photo shows a branded mark on Johnny’s shoulder and one shows a man with a noose around his neck, presumably dead. She personally believes the deceased man in the photograph is one of the “perpetrators who molested [my] son.” Noreen later went on to publicly speak about organised pedophilia and pedophilia rings, something she believes her son was a victim of. What actually happened to Johnny Gosch on that fateful day has been the subject of speculation for more than three decades and still remains unsolved.
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Why boycott a company for saying something that needs to be said?
Boycott Chick Fil A!
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Don’t let your confrontational Internet personality get your ass beat in real life
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Come to our house. We have too much food.
It’s only 8am and my dad already has made me cry! Happy thanksgiving guys.
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