zweetpea
I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
The Avett Brothers (via tropicalrainstorm)
No one’s life seems great between midnight and 7 a.m. Go to sleep. Things will be better tomorrow.
(via cryingful)

m-eg:

i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking

porn4ladies:

this is the kind of selfie i can believe in

porn4ladies:

this is the kind of selfie i can believe in

depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground. In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke. In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

she is in colorado sprinsgs you can see garden of the gods in the background i’m gonna go start fires 

depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—

And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.

Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.

And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.

Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.

So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

she is in colorado sprinsgs you can see garden of the gods in the background i’m gonna go start fires 

officialunitedstates:

my life plan after graduating is:

  1. get an apartment
  2. find a job
  3. buy a dog
  4. figure out how credit cards work
  5. prepare for the great robot wars
  6. fight in the great robot wars

thatfuckingcrowv2:

orlandobloomers:

instead of sending me nudes you can send me 

  • pics of you smiling with ur fave stuffed animal
  • pics of you smiling with ur mom 
  • pics of plants
  • pics of ur dog
  • pics of silly lookin bugs that u find 

send me the nudes while this geek eats a flower

How long have you even been with your said fiancé?
Anonymous

my said fiance

"said fiance" is that your way of saying it’s not real

i swear to god when me and him get married you people are still gonna be like ‘how are you and your saaiiddd husband???’ 

sigh sigh siGh sigh go away i’m literally sick of having to defend my own relationship

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

hervacationh0me:

hunnessy:

stacksbreadup:

#TransformationTuesday

raw

TRU.

hervacationh0me:

hunnessy:

stacksbreadup:

#TransformationTuesday

raw

TRU.

simonwang:

thats my favourite animal

broadway-aradia:

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

Update video about my engagement <3

lanadelgayest:

when you accidentally hurt a pet

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"But I wanted it blue!" "Now, dear, we decided pink was her color" "YOU decided!"

"But I wanted it blue!" "Now, dear, we decided pink was her color" "YOU decided!"