Bacon, Balloons and Blogging
Basic recipe for this 19 year old boy.
A of bit random, a touch of crazy, a teaspoon of nerd, and a handful of social awkwardness. And then thrown in a pot of more crazy.
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I'm a university student of criminology with enough reading to kill me, so feel free to inbox me with what ever, ask me anything, talk to me about the weather, just anything that gives me a break from reading :P


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tojothethief:

Just bull things. 

tojothethief:

Just bull things. 

10 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 63,425 notes

whipsandchicks:

bassoonrckr:

All the cousins. 

I have waited many moons for this post.

15 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 38,415 notes

cities-alive:

actualucifer:

lumos5001:

skeletonflight:

AU The Fault In Our Stars where Hazel Grace succumbs to the cancer and dies and in the last scene all you see is Augustus standing out side with a cigarette between his lips and a hand slowly reaching up to light it.

HOW IS THIS ANY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL ENDING!!!!

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Nope, just no

23 hours ago on April 15th, 2014 | J | 97,407 notes

ryanhayhay:

Happy Community Day! From Norfolk in the UK!

beautiful :) 

1 day ago on April 15th, 2014 | J | 11 notes
2 days ago on April 14th, 2014 | J | 18,638 notes

BABY DUCK FALLING ASLEEP

2 days ago on April 14th, 2014 | J | 237,567 notes

running4thehigh:

Just in case no one told you today:

  • Good morning
  • You’re beautiful
  • I love you
  • Nice butt
2 days ago on April 14th, 2014 | J | 71,920 notes
edwardspoonhands:

summerweentrickster:

so a thing occurred

This is pretty much John’s response whenever I ask a sciencey question.

edwardspoonhands:

summerweentrickster:

so a thing occurred

This is pretty much John’s response whenever I ask a sciencey question.

2 days ago on April 14th, 2014 | J | 10,314 notes
rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

2 days ago on April 14th, 2014 | J | 75,374 notes

kokorodesiree:

avenger-iron-man:

Come to us darling.

Reblog it every time

3 days ago on April 13th, 2014 | J | 628,452 notes