diggly:

mamacastiel:

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

diggly:

mamacastiel:

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

(Source: zero1infinity, via greetings)

davasaur:

Hey guys. This is EXTREMLY IMPORTANT. ONE OF MY CLASSMATES HAS BEEN MISSING SINCE MAY 4th. Literally nobody knows what happened. He was last seen in a town called Sag Harbor. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG. JUST TWO SECONDS COULD HELP SO MUCH. My whole school has been in a frantic panic ever since it happed. Here are some pictures of him. If you see him please call this number even if it’s just a little information: 1631-537-7575. Please please help us. His parents are going crazy and so worried. All his friends are distraught. Some more info about him can be seen in the picture in the middle. Please help. Please please reblog. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

(via insomniaticxfangirl)

The Girls I Babysit:

Carly: What are those? (pointing to my scars on my wrist)

Me: They're battle scars.

Anna: Cool! Can I have some?

Me: Please don't ever get some okay? But when you seem someone with them like the ones I have on their wrists go hug them. Don't ever make fun of them okay?

As we're walking around Wal Mart with both of them holding my hands, a young girl walks by us. Carly and Anna go and hug her. She hugs these two adorable little girls back

Girl: Why are you hugging me?

Carly: You have battle scars. *points to her wrists*

And through her tears she looks up at me and smiles.

If you don't reblog this... I don't know what I'd do, just reblog it.