I hope I’m one of those kids that just magically becomes hot after they leave high school
when ur absent from school and you ask the teacher to explain something and they just say ‘well you should have been here’
|bodyguard:||calum put your pants back on|
|bodyguard:||no ashton we don't have time for you to say hi to everyone|
|bodyguard:||michael stop swearing you'll provoke someone|
|bodyguard:||caLUm put your pants back on you will literally get arrested if you don't jesUs|
|bodyguard:||this is not a legitimate place to get tattoos|
|bodyguard:||nO GETTING TATTOOS IN A SHADY PLACE IS NOT PUNK ROCK|
|bodyguard:||u know what's punk rock|
|bodyguard:||BEHAVING URSELF THAT'S PRETTY PUNK ROCK|
|bodyguard:||stop! talking! to strangers! ashton!|
|bodyguard:||where the fuCK is luke|
|bodyguard:||mICHael did you fuckgn sell luke for a ps4|
|bodyguard:||i can't believe u fucking sold luke for a ps4|
|bodyguard:||calum you will liteRALLy get deported for having your ass out in this country|
|bodyguard:||luke i am not responsible for what fans do if you roll down your window when we get in the car|
|bodyguard:||did he just|
|bodyguard:||he fucking rolled down the window jesus christ|
|bodyguard:||WHO THE FUCK GAVE ASHTON SCISSORS AGAIN|
I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.
…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.
a sacred moment for the bandom, always remember the fob gerard hug
The only thing faster than light is a fangirl who hears her idol come on the tv in another room.
i was a 45 minute drive away from my house and I made it to my house in 13 minutes cause the season finale of supernatural started in 10 minutes
How many people did you run over?
the important thing is that she didn’t miss the episode