Slow like honey, heavy with mood...
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Reblog with what your ringtone is!
Elanor Rigby - The Beatles
TiK ToK - Ke$ha
Run This Town - Jay Z
I’m going in [ it’s lil wayne’s part ] - drake
Love drunk - boys like girls
Lollipop - Framing Hanley :)
Should’ve Said No (from Fearless, European version) - Taylor Swift.
either hey jude - the beatles or much better - jonas brothers. idk
the song for phil daoust - tim minchin
the rappy weird bit in poker face - gaga, just cos it says bluffin with my muffin lmao
one less lonely girl - justin bieber
see u in the dark - honor society
“Just Dance” - Lady GaGa
”Seventeen Years” by Ratatat because they’re the bee’s effing knees.
I hate myself so bad right now. This is probably the most embarassing song I have.
No shame, dear, no shame.
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seriously just laughed out loud.
World’s Youngest Couple
Every little girl dreams about her wedding day, complete with visions of a big beautiful white dress and, of course, the perfect man. But 9-year-old Jayla Cooper didn’t have a lifetime to wait for Mr. Right. The Southlake, TX, girl had been battling leukemia for two years, a battle that would end in just a matter of weeks. But what Jayla did have was a groom. He’s her best friend, Jose Griggs, 7, a fellow patient at Children’s Medical Center in Dallas. Jayla and Jose tied the knot in February 2009 to fulfill her final wish: Getting married in a beautiful wedding, surrounded by family and friends. From the flowers to the banquet hall, donations poured in to give a North Texas bride the wedding of her dreams.
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Jaila died on Wednesday, April 1, 2009.awhhhhhhh
Aww I read about this, she was still alive when I read it though. Awwww ;[
For those about to take rock-inspired shortcuts, we salute you.
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This is a shitty pic but it’s the only one I can find of us online. I’ve had Fat Boy since I was 7 years old. That would make him 17 — that’s a long time to have a kitty. Yes, I said kitty, fuck you. Anyway, he is the love of my life. He runs after me when I leave the house and when I get home he’s either at the door waiting & hollering, or he’s on my pillow… every time I pick him up he relaxes into a kitty puddle and purrs forever & ever. I love this cat. He is like my child… and I’m going to have to put him to sleep this weekend because he’s so sick he’s wasting away and I can’t watch him suffer like that any longer. I don’t wanna do this. I love my kitty kitty Fat Boy. WTF am I supposed to do when I get home after he’s gone, cuddle with my mail? This cat’s been through more with me than any of my friends put together… marriages, divorces, abuse, teen angst & insecurity, 2 battles with cancer… and now he can’t even climb the bed without a step stool. ugh. FML.
