Our words aren't going to be what stops them in their tracks, they've heard it all. What will change the world is when we begin to love eachother. When the world sees that kind of love, real love, they're gonna stop in their tracks and say, "whatever you people have over there, you Jesus Freaks, I want some of that for me." -TMac
Who knew poetry could be therapeutic for me.
The days roll by,
Like cotton in the wind.
One,
Two,
Three.
How much time is left,
Can it be finished?
The papers pile up,
The days proceed past.
But there is peace to be found,
Keeping my eyes on things above.
Because I am His sheep,
I will follow in faith.
When the bong of the clock goes off,
I will breathe easy.
For I know He has a plan,
A plan to prosper me.
This is not the ending of my story,
Merely only the beginning.
Needs Headphones
1.PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES
2.PRESS PLAY
3.CLOSE YOUR EYES
ENJOY A VIRTUAL HAIRCUT.
DO IT NOW.
YOU HAFTA USE YOUR HEADPHONES OR IT WONT WORK
the part with the bag blew my mind. I actually cringed away from the noises.
GUYS
JUST LISTEN
OH MY GOD
WHOA WHOAAAAAAAAAA
I JUST JUMPED AND CRINGED AND SHIVERED. AJHSDFCNLAJKS
OMG
(Source: awesomaticeric)
“Most people don’t know that in 1912 Hellmann’s mayonnaise was manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York. This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico. But as we know, the great ship did not make it to New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever lost. The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning, which they still observe today. The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known, of course, as Sinko de Mayo.”
(Source: cut-throat-huntress, via scubah)
I wanna go back to the generation where “going out” was going on a date, not immediately begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out.I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet at a party. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense…
(Source: allcauseyousmiled, via blueeyedcutie)
Daniel Radcliffe being a gentleman to crazy mother fan disrupting his interview.
(Source: riddlemetom, via livelaughlove-lie)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
