what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?
Oh well I didn’t need my heart anyways
Snow White. Bengal. Golden. White.
Oh hell yeah this is the coolest picture ever
looks like God ran out of printer ink
reblogging for comment
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
#WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE GANGSTERS YOU ARE WHITE AND THERE ARE COWS OUTSIDE
#I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE THEY JUST CLOSED DOWN THE ONLY PIZZA PLACE #YOU’RE ALL IDIOTS #I HATE IT HERE
I don’t go running because I want to be thin.
I go running because
and tell you
this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.
of all the so-called inspirational posts about runing, this one makes me want to pick up running most.
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that f***er to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be p***ing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
I can’t stop watching this.
reblog if this horse is prettier than you