I really like how this video was done.
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I want
to be wrong. More than anything I want to believe that their really is a heaven. But I can not convenience myself to believe in fair tails anymore. Even if I do go to hell for being an atheist, maybe I’ll get vising hours every few eternities for good behavior. That’s all I really want: To be wrong about religion, and see that every one I love is happy.
Hearing that half of my high school friends…
Are married, pregnant, divorced, still working at McDonlds, or in the Coast Guard is a hell of a lot better then hearing that they are dead. I am going to stop complaining about the others.
How long?
Is long enough to tell one of your best friends that got married way the fuck too young a year ago, “I told you so,”?
Christmas movie Marathon in Pace, Fl. I let Johhn color in my tattoo. Mildly awkward experience. But you only live once. The night of Christmas movies ended with Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark. Best Christmas movie ever.
what the hell, how bad could it be?
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