clips of Jonathan Toews swearing like a sailor but not as much as Coach Q, in EPIX’s Road to the NHL Winter Classic.
This is my favorite post on this website.
God, this video seriously gives me life. Ive watched it at least a thousand times.
Also, has anyone noticed that he sounds significantly more Canadian when he is on the ice? Hahahaha
tell me “im getting fucked on 2 sides now” doesn’t sound like a recommended video title on pornhub to you
I’m so glad this made its way back to my dash.
Never letting this die.
Mattababy
via 5SOS' Instagram story. 11th December 2019
5SOS- Secret Acoustic Concert (9-11-19)
Cats That Need Your Attention The Exact Moment You Start Reading
Cats Against Literacy
Addition
I DID A THING. use headphones.
Michael’s chorus on right, Calum’s on left.
this is not my song. all rights reserved to 5 Seconds of Summer. I just edited the original song.
5SOS Unreleased Songs
I was searching through Genius and I stumbled across the unreleased songs so i decided to make a unreleased masterpost. I tried to find an acceptable version of the songs since most of them are live versions they played before the first album came out.
Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?
First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.
Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!
Everyone reblog this post.
About a year ago, I told my best friend that when I die, I want her to make my ashes into a palette as a joke. I started thinking about that again, so I drew up some shades/names in Microsoft Paint because it’s hilarious. Each shade name is attached to a funny memory, story, or song in our 20 year friendship.
I just want to say that it’s okay if you don’t love your family. Society teaches you to automatically love your family because they are your family, but you know what; families can be really awful sometimes. Relatives can be fucking dicks. Take care of yourself
when u and ur friends go out to the woods in the night to scream
when u find out ur friends went in the woods to scream without u
your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s d.o.a.
clips of Jonathan Toews swearing like a sailor but not as much as Coach Q, in EPIX’s Road to the NHL Winter Classic.
This is my favorite post on this website.
God, this video seriously gives me life. Ive watched it at least a thousand times.
Also, has anyone noticed that he sounds significantly more Canadian when he is on the ice? Hahahaha
tell me “im getting fucked on 2 sides now” doesn’t sound like a recommended video title on pornhub to you
I’m so glad this made its way back to my dash.
Never letting this die.
Scars
My scars aren’t physical. They live in my head.
They’re mostly scabbed over, but every now and then they break open. I can feel the blood rushing, but there’s no flow to staunch.
It’s in my ears.
Until it’s all that I can hear, rushing until I’m drowning in the sound. You’d never know it.
I’ll ask you to repeat what you’ve said, sometimes multiple times. You’ll never know the reason I can’t hear is because my own thoughts are too damn loud.
Some say my scars don’t count because they can’t be seen. I think they should look closer.
My scars live in the way I flinch when a man raises his voice. My scares are visible in the way I jerk when a stranger touches me. My scars keep me in bed for days at a time. I can barely breathe. The tissues on my floor each contain a piece of my sanity.
My scars are visible, if you want to see them.
But who would? It’s not pretty.
So I keep them to myself.
I recite their stories late at night.
I tattoo them on my body.
Then, when the woman on the bus compliments my feathers, she sees the man that threatened to kill me. She might not know it, but I do.
I gave an artist a needle and asked them to draw my scars.
I will force the world to see them. Until I do, I’ll turn up the volume on every song that saved my life.
I’ll close my eyes.
I’ll survive.
My depression is especially hitting me today and I needed to see this to remind myself.
You can join the movement here and to any of you struggling out there just know that: It Is Going To Be Okay
I actually can’t wait to get mine, this is such a wonderful concept💕
This post made me choke up and get misty eyed. I have made 7 attempts on my own life starting at the age of 11.
It does get better. It is going to be okay.
Honestly, some people underestimate just how much a small statement can help someone.