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c418 really created the perfect video game sound track huh
Mischa Barton & Kanye west
I'm sad and there will be tears. I've no doubt. There may be smiles, but a few. And when those tears have run out, you will be numb and blue.
I luv her
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It pains me how people you know more than yourself turn into strangers you've never met.
Does it hurt you like it does me? That friend that used to crash at your place, when you see them in public. They usually turn away. do you feel the urge to shout at them or call their name or tell them " hey I Know your favorite color and your birthday" or "are you listening to your favorite song on the airpods we bought together right now?" Or " why are you wearing that shirt, where's your favorite hoodie?" Too many things. Things you carry. Things you're not supposed to know, stay with you till your death then you drop them. People come in and out of our lives too many times but every time they leave, they don't just leave or walk out the door. They leave their package behind. They leave their life in yours, so you carry yours and theirs like one isn't enough already.
How many people have left you? The luggage is getting too heavy, isn't it?
Japanese girl group BeForU
She makes great y2k bawps
after school by weeekly no longer my most played song of the year it's now about to be holiday party by weeekly
...was wildly popular when it first came out, but I bet nobody’s read it in the last 20 years. So Imma post it here, cause it’s still fun!
Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young
By MARY SCHMICH, CHICAGO TRIBUNE | JUN 01, 1997 AT 2:00 AM
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates. I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt. Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
“As a tribute to the life of Ryan Dunn here’s a collection of lost photographs from 2001. They were shot by Adam Wallacavage in the Little Devil warehouse during the filming of Criminal Mischief. Ryan was a true fan of bmx and he even volunteered to help us film the intro section of the video, which consisted of a few pranks and some “stunt car” work. This was around the time that Jackass was just beginning and even though Ryan wasn’t a television/movie star yet, he already had a star quality about him. That’s what I love about these photographs, that star quality comes through loud and clear. He even made a suit of Xmas lights look cool. It’s sad that star had to burn out just when it was glowing the brightest. I wish I got to a chance to tell him how proud I was of his success and how much I appreciated his support and help with Little Devil. Then again I guess this is my chance. So thank you Ryan. Thanks for the laughs and thanks for making the world a lot of fun while you were here. We’re going to miss you, but you’ll never be forgotten.” -Derek Adams”
itz just jam
Tak mi się kurwa ciężko oddycha bez ciebie
feeling cool, sexy, and fly at work today.