tyleroakley

forbiddenseason:

invisiblespork:

leiutenant-treble:

cymbal-5:

dutdutwut:

Important discoveries being made over here.

oh my god😂

longlifebrooke

[audio transcription: So I’m sure we’ve all seen the videos recently of these things *squeezes the honking chicken several times* little chickens. Um. Well, so I discovered recently that if you pull the head off and then pull the noisemaker out it’s the right size that you can stick it in the end of a trombone mouthpiece. And then *deep breath* *the loudest, most horrible blatting noises* Yeah.]

Has science gone too far

tyleroakley

de-is-me:

casper-the-friendly-being:

mintycoolnessisrelevant:

flowernstt:

its-just-a-phage:

fitzefitcher:

n0rma1-people-sxare-me:

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

#this is team skull

The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!”
One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?”
He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!”
Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?”
And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits”
And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.

I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long.
So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.”
Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy

A good post, pure.

Another adorable story has been added.

can I have these posted right under the politics section in the newspaper? I feel like we need that kinda positivity rn.

Void It is easy to feel and to think that loneliness is eternal, To believe that nobody will see me as the one who hung the moon and stars with my own two hands, Accepting that my unmade other half will never see me pulling the sun back into the morning sky. It hurts to feel that none shall fall into my own heart. I fear the days that I wake up to an empty bed and empty arms, Wondering if the person who sees galaxies in my eyes will ever come. The anxiety I feel that no person will see my smile as one that can move mountains, That no person will hear angels singing when I laugh, the worry that my arms will never be someone’s home. I do not fear falling in love but the lack thereof. For many it comes a second nature but I, I am left to fear the void that may remain within myself. Looking in the mirror it isn’t hard to believe that another would think to love me. I fear the later days where the grave grows deeper and I have no love to get me through. I have given into despair and accepted I will be left to lack devotion.

Void
It is easy to feel and to think that loneliness is eternal,
To believe that nobody will see me as the one who hung the moon and stars with my own two hands,
Accepting that my unmade other half will never see me pulling the sun back into the morning sky.
It hurts to feel that none shall fall into my own heart.
I fear the days that I wake up to an empty bed and
empty arms,
Wondering if the person who sees galaxies in my eyes
will ever come.
The anxiety I feel that no person will see my smile as one that can move mountains,
That no person will hear angels singing when I laugh,
the worry that my arms will never be someone’s home.
I do not fear falling in love but the lack thereof.
For many it comes a second nature but I,
I am left to fear the void that may remain within
myself.
Looking in the mirror it isn’t hard to believe that another would think to love me.
I fear the later days where the grave grows deeper and I have no love to get me through.
I have given into despair and accepted I will be left to lack devotion.

tyleroakley

futuristicjungle:

joshpeck:

8hy:

there are too many versions of me in the universe! the girl i bumped into but didn’t stop to say sorry to has a version of me in her mind. the guy i let borrow my homework has another version of me in his. even my friends, my family, and everyone i’ve ever met in my life has their own version of me in their minds that i’m not even aware of

you put it into words

Interesting