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modificationinspiration:

Braille subdermal implants. Directly translates to, “No sky no earth but still snowflakes fall”

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annaforrealz:

corona-borealis:

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these are like my knees whenever I kneel or go in salt water

me toooo sensitive skin 4evah.

welp. wish i looked this sexy in my glasses. or, you know, ever.

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freemindfreebody:

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? So we’re all so open minded, individual , unique and alternative, want to be tolerated by everyone with our tattoos and our pink hair but then we point fingers at three teenage girls who are just having fun together and are at an age where we probably all wore things or did things that we wouldn’t wear or do now anymore now cause back then we were trying and exploring stuff? How would you like to be pointed at and called stupid by a ton of people on the internet? Fuckin’ thought so!

MOTHERFUCKING SHAME ON THE PERSON WHO MADE THIS!

Yea I’m pretty sure these girls are way cuter than I was when I was however-old-they-are. People can go ahead and judge but someone is always looking at you thinking you look stupid too! These girls are adorable, btw.

(Source: typicalaussie)

thedailywhat:

Heartbreaking Tearjerker of the Day: A struggling soap actor who was allegedly harassed by his neighbors and condo board into euthanizing his beloved pet pit-bull mix took his own life last week, leaving behind a note saying he was racked with guilt over “betraying” his best friend.

Nick Santino, whose acting credits include recurring roles on All My Children and Guiding Light, committed suicide last Wednesday — a day after his 47th birthday — a few hours after euthanizing his dog, Rocco.

In 2010, the management at his Upper West Side building had imposed certain restrictions on dog owners and banned the housing of pit bulls. Since Rocco had already been living in the building, he was grandfathered in and allowed to stay.

Still, Santino’s friends say he was constantly harassed by neighbors and members of the condo board who wanted him to get rid of the dog. “People were complaining about his dog,” said neighbor Kevan Cleary. “It was open season on him.” Neighbor Lia Pettigrew concurred: “Everybody knows that he had been harassed by the building management.”

After someone complained that Rocco was barking, Santino was threatened with a $250 fine. “The dog was not a barker, but somebody complained that the dog would bark,” Cleary said. “He felt like he was in this battle because he was the only guy in the building with a pit-bull mix.”

Eventually, Santino felt he had no choice but to put Rocco to sleep. After the deed was done, Santino reportedly approached the building’s doorman and handed him Rocco’s dog treats. “Give these to the other dogs,” Santino said with tears in his eyes. “Rocco is no more.”

Shortly thereafter, the troubled Brooklyn-born orphan, who grew up in foster homes and was part of 9/11’s first search and rescue team, died of an apparent pill overdose.

“Today I betrayed my best friend and put down my best friend,” Santino wrote in his suicide note. “Rocco trusted me and I failed him. He didn’t deserve this.”

Santino’s love for Rocco was well-known. Having adopted Rocco from a shelter, he sought to clarify their relationship on Facebook: “I did not rescue Rocco, Rocco rescued me.”

A condo board member who spoke with The Post refused to accept blame for Santino’s suicide. “I’m sorry the man is dead,” said board member Marilyn Fireman, “but it has nothing to do with the pet policy.”

Funeral plans for Santino are on hold at the moment. His relatives say they are waiting to receive Rocco’s cremated remains so they can be buried alongside his owner.

[post: 1,2 / imdb / gothamist.]

This is horrible, people are horrible. Those people in his building are 100% to blame for his death. 

(Source: takemetothemidnightshow)

gq:

Dinner, Movie, and A Dirty Sanchez?

One female writer laments the um, messy effects of our porn-y culture. An excerpt:

I was out with a Brit I’ll call Robbie, because that was what he went by, poor guy. Not Robert or Rob. Or even Bob. A 31-year-old Robbie. It was our fourth date, and we’d already done some things in dark corners of various Brooklyn bars that get kids kicked out of BYU, but he hadn’t, as Jason Segel might say, put his p in my v yet. It was time to take it to a bed. Or at least behind a closed door. So we went back to my apartment and consummated our courtship. There was some fumbling, as there always is at first, especially after a couple of nerve-zapping beers. But we’d managed to get the condom on, the penis in, and a nice back-and-forth rhythm going. We were making sounds like Jodie Foster in Nell. Making faces that signify a stroke. In short: Everything was coming along nicely, pun intended.

Then Robbie started talking. Indelicately. Fun fact: Turns out the Brits have their own term for “dirty slut.” The phrase was something like “tidy slapper.” As in “You’re a tidy slapper, aren’t you?” Tidy slappers, I learned, like “big hard cocks.” Robbie’s precoital BBC accent had morphed into a buttery Cockney. It was like I’d wandered onto the set of an X-rated movie called Cherry Poppins. Before I knew it, he was out of me, over me, and breathlessly inquiring, “Where do you want this?”

Unfortunately he was not the first nondermatologist to offer a fourth-date facial.

this would be funny if it hadn’t happened to me like, multiple times. me & kyra always talk about how easy it is to tell when dudes think they’re in a porno.

la-petite-m0rt:

i want a white ink tattoo 

This looks much more like scarification than a white ink tattoo. Also ariel, a white ink tattoo probably wouldn’t even show up on your skin, they work best on light skinned people. If it did show up it would almost certainly fade completely in due time.

(Source: derbdnanrobilac)