holyfuckinshitleto:

St Trop’, FRANCE - 

Oh Lord. 

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d-e-athvalley:

Alex Gaskarth
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punkarth:

see what time will do for hopeless dreamers…

falloutboy:

7/22 - Raleigh, NC @ Walnut Creek Amphitheatre - MONUMENTOUR

Photos by Jack Edinger

fugaazi:

This is one of the best fucking gifs I have ever seen
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itsgayerinenochian:

satans-ghost:

Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.

the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

peachessssssss:

rockerchic93:

goldcumandrippedpants:

"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

He has a beautiful smile

he has a beautiful everything

red-lipstick:

KlarEm  Chiara Aime (Italy) - Death And Rebirth, 2014     Paintings: Watercolors on Rough Paper
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therandominmyhead:


Yes just me, a dog. Taking a walk. With my dogs. Who are my friends. But also dogs. And I am a dog.
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therealzackmerrick:

Photos from an intimate All Time Low acoustic show for The Center for Child and Infant Loss. by Zion Douglass on Flickr.
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lolinondodatt:

obeyaqsaa:

i couldnt scroll past this i had to reblog

I really tried to scroll past it

f-o-u-r-s-t-r-i-n-g-s:

Band members/music blog
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