07.27.14 @ 00:39129228

07.26.14 @ 20:3031402

r3giment:

rattlebox-hero:

phantomsnare:

People look at me and say I’m crazy to pay to get my ass kicked, sleep on a gym floor, rehearse 12 hours a day in terrible weather, get yelled at, broken down, and physically/mentally drained every day.
I look at them and say you obviously have never felt raw emotion and a bond with a group of people you didn’t even know that’s so incredibly strong, it dates back 1956. Its not a struggle to rehearse and perform with the Phantom Regiment, its a privilege and an honor. Performing for a crowd paying to see all the hard work I’ve done, signing sticks for kids that just started drumming, changing someones life…..that’s my payoff. Look at that crowd, and tell me I’m crazy for paying to experience THAT.
I’m crazy about what I do.

tears


/cries

07.25.14 @ 23:101338

r3giment:

rattlebox-hero:

phantomsnare:

People look at me and say I’m crazy to pay to get my ass kicked, sleep on a gym floor, rehearse 12 hours a day in terrible weather, get yelled at, broken down, and physically/mentally drained every day.

I look at them and say you obviously have never felt raw emotion and a bond with a group of people you didn’t even know that’s so incredibly strong, it dates back 1956. Its not a struggle to rehearse and perform with the Phantom Regiment, its a privilege and an honor. Performing for a crowd paying to see all the hard work I’ve done, signing sticks for kids that just started drumming, changing someones life…..that’s my payoff. Look at that crowd, and tell me I’m crazy for paying to experience THAT.

I’m crazy about what I do.

tears

/cries

shitjimmyshoots:

Abandoned Plantation Estate 

Virginia (2014)

Jimmy O’Donnell

07.25.14 @ 20:4839244

07.25.14 @ 20:1713447

07.25.14 @ 00:2856

z-elal:

VOGUE noir

07.20.14 @ 12:1589618

z-elal:

VOGUE noir

And I’m ready for it all love

07.20.14 @ 12:03252739

~   Robin Sharma (via pureblyss)

07.16.14 @ 20:2111924

07.16.14 @ 19:40228502

exhali:

wuteva-a:

vohyage:

avolating:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Oh my god I’m crying

How women transform with makeup!

Fuck off!!!^

there are many versions of this but im in love with this one omg

07.07.14 @ 00:31519549

exhali:

wuteva-a:

vohyage:

avolating:

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Oh my god I’m crying

How women transform with makeup!

Fuck off!!!^

there are many versions of this but im in love with this one omg

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