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20th September 2014

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20th September 2014

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kenzieheartsbooks:

nashgrixr:

un-be-fucking-lievable:

sburb-related-things:

lalalarrystylinsonn:

Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick. 
If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them. 
If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends. 
This is not fake. 
Oh fluff, this was on the news today.
son of a…
FUCK.
i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted
LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.
OHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDDD!!!!!! I WAS LIKE… YEA THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BULL SHIT POST…. SO I TRY TO LOOK FOR THE FACE BEHIND THE CLOSET. AND THEN I FOUND IT. OH SHIT
FUCKING SCARY SHIT ASDFAJSDLK DX






im sorry guys im not taking any chances D;

JESUS CHRIST

fluffing fluff



OKAY DIRECTIONERS I KNOW THIS IS NOT A ONE DIRECTION POST BUT I AM ACTUALLY SCARED FOR MY LIFE… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

holy shit what I’m sorry but holy shit

guys it looks like a mix between chucky and a vampire i’m not reblogging for the warning i just wanted to share that with you

why am i doing this

sorry everyone, I am superstitious and enjoy not being slaughtered

nah not being slaughtered today bai

Almost positive a freaky murders going to check my tumblr before they kill me

kenzieheartsbooks:

nashgrixr:

un-be-fucking-lievable:

sburb-related-things:

lalalarrystylinsonn:

Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick. 

If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them. 

If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends. 

This is not fake. 

Oh fluff, this was on the news today.

son of a…

FUCK.

i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted

LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.

OHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDDD!!!!!! I WAS LIKE… YEA THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BULL SHIT POST…. SO I TRY TO LOOK FOR THE FACE BEHIND THE CLOSET. AND THEN I FOUND IT. OH SHIT

FUCKING SCARY SHIT ASDFAJSDLK DX

im sorry guys im not taking any chances D;

JESUS CHRIST

fluffing fluff

http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8bdt7avg1qgy8qw.gif

OKAY DIRECTIONERS I KNOW THIS IS NOT A ONE DIRECTION POST BUT I AM ACTUALLY SCARED FOR MY LIFE… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

holy shit what I’m sorry but holy shit

guys it looks like a mix between chucky and a vampire i’m not reblogging for the warning i just wanted to share that with you

why am i doing this

sorry everyone, I am superstitious and enjoy not being slaughtered

nah not being slaughtered today bai

Almost positive a freaky murders going to check my tumblr before they kill me

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20th September 2014

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“I like storms. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don’t ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt if I knew I had you. Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you, was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home. Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is “coward.” I a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school. You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.” ― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“I like storms. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don’t ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt if I knew I had you. Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you, was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home. Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is “coward.” I a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school. You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.” 
― Penelope DouglasBully

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