Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge signing
there was like one of the biggest spiders ive ever seen before in my bathroom (like i can handle daddy long legs but nothing else) and i freaked out and i asked my Dad to kill it and he was like “haha weakling too scared to kill a spider” then he went into the bathroom and he screamed “hOLY SHIT” and flushed it down the toilet then came out and whispered “fuck” and said to me “i dont blame you for freaking out anymore that was fuckin massive”
Both a celebration of 413 and a farewell from me;; A sort of reflection of this post from nine months ago and I guess I just wanted to thank everyone for this great time here and for everyone who ever spoke to me (anon or not!) and for all of the rad friends I got to make. Homestuck was just a good way to connect with people and I hope everyone continues on being swell„, And on that note, I’ll see y’all in a few months!
"From the original poster:
So, I’m in Kentucky for work and today when we got back, 1000 high school students had checked into our hotel. They had been making quite the ruckus tonight, but then did this to celebrate the start of the Olympics. Not the best video, (cause my fear kept me pretty far from the edge) but that’s 18 levels of them singing! Amazing!
Video credit: Michelle Johnson (Facebook)”
i got f*cking chills omg
THAT SOPRANO D*MN. F*CK
I was part of this. It’s an All State choir tradition and it just gets better every year
Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”.
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes.
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was.
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.