spoopycopequinn:

I babysit for a girl who use to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her and that’s just freaking cute I can’t

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fridayhugss:

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.

That’s terrifying

fridayhugss:

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.

That’s terrifying

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marlianguisette:

drunkenbruises:

brofisting:

coblynau:

sports

this gif fixes sadness

*kiss* 
*kiss*
*smile*
*boop*

World War everything ended.

marlianguisette:

drunkenbruises:

brofisting:

coblynau:

sports

this gif fixes sadness

*kiss* 

*kiss*

*smile*

*boop*

World War everything ended.

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fuckin-kisses:

world-islove:

500daysofemily:

this is great because i bet that’s what they felt like. Like everything else in the world had stopped and it was just the two of them. So freaking cute i’m sad

I’m gonna fucking cry

I can’t wait for this to be me

fuckin-kisses:

world-islove:

500daysofemily:

this is great because i bet that’s what they felt like. Like everything else in the world had stopped and it was just the two of them. So freaking cute i’m sad

I’m gonna fucking cry

I can’t wait for this to be me

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madebymaddy:

4amtattoos:

asvprock:

Don’t Make Eye Contact.

Oh my

Holy fuk

madebymaddy:

4amtattoos:

asvprock:

Don’t Make Eye Contact.

Oh my

Holy fuk

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dw:

when did we replace the word “said” with “was like”

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mrsmilicevic:

I can’t think why you wouldn’t be nice to people who are nice to you. It just seems like an honest way to be. Why would anyone think they are better than anyone else? I just, that blows my mind, really. Like, I am no better or worse than anyone in this room. That’s it really. There you go.

Thomas William Hiddleston (February 9th, 1981)

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thegirl-inred:

toned-tanned-fit-andready:

v0nlaust:

caliiforniadreaming-xo:

gothicstan:

localised:

do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else is fast asleep and just walk places and to be completely alone and entirely dedicated to your thoughts

yes but the problem is i dont want to get murdered u feel me

i feel you 

we all feel you 

why are so many people touching me

This is why you don’t walk around in the middle of the night

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"We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag."

— Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via s-ciamachy)

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permanently-flawed:

This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

permanently-flawed:

This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

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