(Source: itookthetrain)
Oh jeez, I know It’s crude, but shit did this make me laugh!
Live a good life; If there are Gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are Gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no Gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.
I really love this artist. →
Click me ^^^^^ I’m a link.
It’s our failure to become our perceived ideal, that ultimately defines us, and makes us unique.
Sexy.
(Source: d4ns)
Does she exist?
(Source: therealkristentyler)
My sincerest wish.
Dear whatever sentient being/energy force that controls this universe,
I would like to make known to you my sincerest wish in the hope that one day it will be granted. My wish is that you make it so that one of these two skills I am proficient in become practical in real life.
The first is one I would go close to classifying myself as the preminent expert in the field. It is the exquisite (not) art of holding a copious amount of different coffee or tea mugs in one hand. I have never actually counted how many I can hold. The amount however, is quite substantial. Please let me assure you of that. Alas, this skill of mine has no practical value what so ever in the world I currently reside in.
The second: Procrastination. I do not claim preminence in this field. However, I am still incredibly talented at the art passed down by generations.
Oh sentient being/ energy force controling the universe, I hope this is not too much to ask for considering I have in my 21 and a bit years never asked for anything else from a sentient being/ energy force such as yourself. I will worship you forever.
Kind Regards
Michael “Soop” Edwards
Andy Bull - Dog (feat. Lisa Mitchell)
(Source: i-am-janoski)
Today was the third anniversary of my Nonna’s death. I decided it would be nice to visit her grave considering my mum can’t bear to do it and Nonno is away over seas. Before I left my house I thought I’d pluck a rose from our garden to place at her grave. Nonna loved roses. With my trusty secateurs I plucked off the prettiest rose with about 8 inches of stem. To my suprise, when i searched for the inevitable thorns I found none.
How beautiful. Life gave me a metaphor for my Nonna, who was exactly like the rose I just picked. Beautiful with no thorns.
Miss you Nonna.
