"when winters in full swing and your dreams just aren’t comin true, ain’t it funny what you’ll do?"

-Arctic Monkeys “Knee Socks”

*lying on stomach on living room floor*
*rolls over to look at cat*
“Timmy! you got cat fur all over my new leggings!”
*rolls back over*
*not giving a fuck*

whitebeltwriter:

judgingitsilently:

krazieleylines:

typicalpony:

How awesome does this sound though. You get infinite money and once a week you get to take a child to a candy store or toys or us or somewhere they love and buy them as much they want this would be fun given the kid wasn’t a brat.

There is no downside to this at all

This is the best, because it says A CHILD, not your child, so I could pick one of the really poor kids on the streets and go “Your life is going to change right now”, and I could buy everything their family might need, along with a house, a food supply, toys, clothes, and everything they never had the chance to have before. And the best thing is that I could do this with lots of children, and not just one. I could give a lot of children in need a full week of Christmas basically and maybe give them a chance to have a different life. That would be great.

I’d break the button after hitting it so hard

whitebeltwriter:

judgingitsilently:

krazieleylines:

typicalpony:

How awesome does this sound though. You get infinite money and once a week you get to take a child to a candy store or toys or us or somewhere they love and buy them as much they want this would be fun given the kid wasn’t a brat.

There is no downside to this at all

This is the best, because it says A CHILD, not your child, so I could pick one of the really poor kids on the streets and go “Your life is going to change right now”, and I could buy everything their family might need, along with a house, a food supply, toys, clothes, and everything they never had the chance to have before. And the best thing is that I could do this with lots of children, and not just one. I could give a lot of children in need a full week of Christmas basically and maybe give them a chance to have a different life. That would be great.

I’d break the button after hitting it so hard

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT SOMEONE BY THE TYPE OF MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO.
HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR IPOD, PHONE, iTUNES, MEDIA PLAYER, ETC.
AND WRITE DOWN THE FIRST 20 SONGS.

Nobody nominated me I just saw it on someone’s profile and I wanted to do it sooo yahhhhh 

1. Boyfriend - Best Coast

2. Life of the Party - Shawn Mendes (Yahhh buddy)

3. Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight

4. Lisa Baby - Walk the Moon

5. Float - The Neighborhood

6. Little Games - The Colourist

7. Heard it on the Radio - Ross Lynch

8. Back in the USSR - The Beatles

9. The Ballad of John and Yoko - The Beatles

10. This Ain’t a Scene it’s an Arms Race - Fall Out Boy

11.Meet me in the Pale Moonlight - Lana Del Ray

12.Death Valley - Fall Out By

13. Mirrors - Justin Timberlake

14. Spiralling - Keane

15. Wings - Little Mix

16. Can’t Remember to Forget You - Shakira

17. Let Her Go - Passenger

18. Elephant Gun - Beirut

19. All the Wine - The National

AND FINALLY…

20. What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong

I nominate my bestie  teal-anchor and one of my all time favorite blogs, mr3-caniff . 

gluten-free-singles:

fyiconicboyz:

thisisvodka:

gambler-x:

disneydear:

I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.

Mr. Disney



Bless this man for enriching my childhood.

People who don’t reblog this
DISHONOR
DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY
DISHONOR ON YOU
DISHONOR ON YOUR COW

THE FACT THAT ITS IN FUCKING COLOR AS WLL OH MY GOD MY HEART

gluten-free-singles:

fyiconicboyz:

thisisvodka:

gambler-x:

disneydear:

I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.

Mr. Disney

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Bless this man for enriching my childhood.

People who don’t reblog this

DISHONOR

DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY

DISHONOR ON YOU

DISHONOR ON YOUR COW

THE FACT THAT ITS IN FUCKING COLOR AS WLL OH MY GOD MY HEART

I just published the first chapter of my new story “Riptide” I honestly have no idea what to do for it so if you guys have any suggestions for me, youre welcome to inbox me! And I don’t think this one will be MAGcon related so sorry…
http://w.tt/ZdLNDx

I just published the first chapter of my new story “Riptide” I honestly have no idea what to do for it so if you guys have any suggestions for me, youre welcome to inbox me! And I don’t think this one will be MAGcon related so sorry…
http://w.tt/ZdLNDx

Nash Imagine for Morgan

"OMG can I PLZZZ have an imagine where I try to surprise nash when he is on tour but when I get there he is like kissing another girl or something PLZZZ btw my name is Morgan thx" ~golden-sparkling-lace 

Your POV: 

I stepped into the plane and soon found my seat near the left wing. I pushed my carry-on into the cabinet above my head and settled down into my window seat. About a minute later a middle aged woman sat down with a little girl and I smiled politely at them.

For the next 4 hours, I had thought of one, and one thing only. Nash. He had been on my mind ever since he left for tour 2 months ago and even though we talk every night, and skype when we can, it just hasn’t been enough. So I called Cam a couple days ago, and asked him to organize something down in Miami so I can surprise him. I’ve been anxious ever since he agreed to it. So now, here I am. Staring out the window of a giant metal machine flying thousands of feet in the air, and only two 40-50 year old men controlling it. Wonderful. Luckily, I slept through 3 1/2 hours of the flight so I had barely any time to internally freak out about being on a freaking plane. (If you can’t tell, I am afraid of flying in planes. Don’t judge.) 

When we landed I quickly got off as soon as I could and I met Cameron in the baggage claim. I gave him a big hug before he led me out and into the black van to take us to the venue.

"So Morgan, we have a plan where we are going to have Nash on stage and he has a blindfold on. Then we have you come up on to stage and you stand right behind him. The we take the blindfold of and he’s going to be confused because nothing in front of him has changed so he turns around and sees you and it’s a big adorable reunion. Got it?" 

I nod in reply and I soon fall asleep again in the car with my head resting on the cool window to my left. It feels as though no time has passed when Cam shakes me awake to tell me we have arrive so I jump out of the car to grab my bags from the back. Cam already has my carry on so I grab my bigger suitcase and turn to follow him. Cam tells me that Nash is out with Hayes all day until it’s time for the event. So I don’t have to worry about bumping into him. He also tells me that is I need to find him, Cam will be in his dressing room that is just down the hall from ‘mine’. 

According to the clock I spent about 2 hours just watching YouTube videos which is quite normal for me, but what isn’t normal is that I haven’t eaten since 7:30 this morning. It’s 2 o’ clock now. Also, there isn’t any food in my room so I decide to head over to Cam’s to ask him for some. 

I duck my head out the door to check if anyone is coming which they aren’t (nobody but Cam knows I was coming) so I dash down the hall to Cam’s room. I contemplate on whether I should knock or not but then decide not to, because it’s only Cam. I throw the door open and expect to see Cam laying on the couch on his phone of laptop but no. I see Nash. My boyfriend lying on top of some blonde bimbo swapping saliva. 

Tears instantly rush out of my e/c (eye color) eyes down my cheeks. The sobs racking through my body alert Nash to the situation and he looks up at me. I notice all the blood immediately drains from his face as he realizes it’s his girlfriend witnessing this. “This is over Nash! Whatever we had going for us! It’s OVER!” I screamed at him. I ran out the door and down the hall to the double doors which lead out to the parking lot. Just as I got to them, Cam opened one and stepped through. He saw my tear stained cheeks and puffy, red eyes so he was abut to ask what happened. But I just shook my head and ran out the door. He followed my back out and lead me over to the black van without a word said and soon we were headed to the airport again. 

Over the drive, Cam occasionally would ask a question sticking along the lines of: do you want to talk about it? Are you okay? What happened? Was it Nash? Did I do something? And pretty much thats it. I couldn’t believe it. The boy who I honestly thought I would spend the rest of my life with, left me, to spend it with someone else. 

*There you go Morgan! Hope you like it!*

wilkinson-or-die:


healthymissfit:

tc-in-b03:

mashtonpotatoes:

slowlylosinglbs:

seeyanightvale:

eutux1a:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.
Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.
Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.
Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.
Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses. 
If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:
My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.
If you are thinking of taking your life, call:
1-800-784-2433
1-800-SUICIDE

You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.

I wish she had seen this.

You could save a life tonight with just one reblog

I know I was about to overdose when I read this. Seriously, everyone should reblog this. You never know who it’s going to help in the moment.

this is important. my good friend in High School found her father after her hung himself, her and her brother were always scarred and never acted right. they are both great people, especially as they’ve left that funk and matured quite a bit, but you can see the sadness in their eyes every day and it’s been over a decade.

i just started crying..

wilkinson-or-die:

healthymissfit:

tc-in-b03:

mashtonpotatoes:

slowlylosinglbs:

seeyanightvale:

eutux1a:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses. 

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

1-800-784-2433

1-800-SUICIDE

You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.

I wish she had seen this.

You could save a life tonight with just one reblog

I know I was about to overdose when I read this. Seriously, everyone should reblog this. You never know who it’s going to help in the moment.

this is important. my good friend in High School found her father after her hung himself, her and her brother were always scarred and never acted right. they are both great people, especially as they’ve left that funk and matured quite a bit, but you can see the sadness in their eyes every day and it’s been over a decade.

i just started crying..

Nash Imagine

"Hi! I was wondering if you could make me a Nash imagine with gifts please? I love your blog 💕💕" -nashty4hayes

I honestly have no idea what you wanted so I’m just going to go for it! Hope you like it!

*not my gifs*

Your POV:

I finished up straightening my long h/c hair when my phone started blaring “Lipgloss” by Lil’ Mama, or also known as, Nash’s ringtone. I grabbed my phone and slid the green button across to answer it. “No she’s dead this is her daughter.” I said plainly.

"Haha very funny babe." Nash retorted. "I need you to let me in."

"What? Why?" 

"Because I’m standing outside of your locked front door.”

I rushed down the stairs and into the foyer where I opened the door to a smiling Nash. He strolled in and pulled me into his chest as he kissed me swiftly on the cheek. “What’s up babe?” 

"I have THE best news to tell you!” He smiled from ear to ear. “You have to guess what it is though.” He stood in front of me swinging hs arms by his side impatiently while I thought. 

"I don’t know! Just tell me!" I pleaded.

"I got the part in the movie!" I smiled so wide I couldn’t control my happiness. My arms instantly wrapped around his neck in an embrace only someone in love could offer. I was so proud of Nash. He had put up with so much over the past couple of years and he had finally made his dream come true. "We will be filming out in Utah and I would like you to come with me. I couldn’t have done this without you y/n. I need you there. You make me better." Tears of joy began to fill my eyes and soon I couldn’t hold them back.

 

"I’m so proud of you Nash!" I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him with as much passion, and lust as I could put into it. "I love you."

*Sorry its so short! I have a lot of stuff going on this week and I’m trying really hard t get these done.*