Hakuna Matata

the first gay ppl were probs like hey no homo but then they were probs like actually yah homo

2 hours ago // 10,619 notes

multicolors:

hi

Before playing "Miserable at Best"

Derek Sanders: Who wants to hear a sad song!
Someone: ALL YOUR SONGS ARE SAD

1 week ago // 5,903 notes

famishings:

eridanduckpora:

somethingfeathery:

lemon-v:

this is a baby crow. this is fucking cute. this is fucking adorable. the end.

guys
there is a baby crow on your dash
now stop the porn

Baby of death

one day itll be part of a murder

adriennerivera:

NOPE

newtsplayground:

and he fine

This is my Nanna and Pa in about 1967, they met when my nanna was 15 and my pa was 16 at a music festival, and strangely enough they were both wearing the exact same colored clothes. I’m not exactly sure what happened after that, but I do know that after about a month of being together, my Pa gave my nanna a friendship/love ring, imprinted on it “Janis Brown-Neaves* IWLF” *my nannas name, what did IWLF stand for? ‘It Will Last Forever’. There love did last forever, my nanna passed away on the 9th of March 2013, after battling cancer for 14 years. When she was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1999 and after her first chemo lost all her hair, my Pa shaved all his hair off. He attended every single doctor/hospital appointment, besides two where he couldn’t. He cooked for her and looked after her all though her 14 years with cancer. 5 days before she passed, she got told she only had two weeks left. My pa didn’t attend the doctor appointment where she got told the tragic news as he was getting a cat scan, so he got told the news when he arrived at the hospital. As soon as he heard, he held my nannas hand, looked into her eyes and kissed her. That might seem insignificant, but my nanna and pa had only ever pecked when they kissed each other, but this was a full on kiss. From what my aunty who saw it told me- it was magical, just like a fairy tale. My pa did not leave her side once, he didn’t sleep, barely ate, he stuck by her side holding her hand even when she got to the stage where she couldn’t talk or open her eyes. She wore her friendship/love ring from my Pa every day of her life, and passed away wearing it. Out of all of the love stories I’ve heard about, my Nanna and Pas story is by far my favourite.

Oh my god i’m crying

now its my favorite too