Bright-eyed Bird

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This is a 'post what ever i want to' blog. Stuff about mental illness, health, inspiration, and stuff that i want to experience that makes me want to keep living, (including but not limited to hot chicks, cute animals, and funny stuff)
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but it will NOT have :substance abuse, reblog promos, drama on reblogs, or tumblr blog advertisement on the text section of reblogs

sh4ne:

if I ever make a song, I’m going to mix in random skype and facebook notification noises so I can confuse literally everyone listening on their computer 

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— 7 hours ago with 95478 notes
#FAY  #YOUSHOULD DO THIS 
billyjojo:

keethrichards:

oh my god 

it feels like i was never supposed to see this it’s like forbidden or something 


i thought they were idiots at first then i looked again…

billyjojo:

keethrichards:

oh my god 

it feels like i was never supposed to see this it’s like forbidden or something 

i thought they were idiots at first then i looked again…

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— 8 hours ago with 142966 notes
humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

— 8 hours ago with 25560 notes
Photo thing. Happiness is the theme.the water glass was not suposed to be to centred, and I actually thought I took a better one but it apparently didn’t snap. Food with people from baseball. Dat happiness

Photo thing. Happiness is the theme.the water glass was not suposed to be to centred, and I actually thought I took a better one but it apparently didn’t snap. Food with people from baseball. Dat happiness

— 9 hours ago
#Personal 

thelatestkate2:

satans-advocate:

sext: i want to pay bills and share household duties and approach our late 20’s in a financially and emotionally stable way with you

— 10 hours ago with 180872 notes
"People will assume your sickness is your fault. No matter what kind of long-term illness you have, you will eventually run into this person. The one who remains convinced that, despite what doctors say, you are sick because you just haven’t tried enough. “But have you tried positive thinking?” they ask you. “What about switching to an all-raw lembas diet?"
— 11 hours ago with 217 notes

ohshititsgreg:

If we’re dating and you don’t let me pretend to play bongo drums on your butt then guess what? We’re through

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— 12 hours ago with 143737 notes
#FAY