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Backpacking: Lou Ohio I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46 year old banker and I have been living my whole life the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for everything, which eventually changed who I was. Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a certainty about myself when i was in my late teens and early twenties. If my younger self had met me today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get to how those dreams were crushed soon. Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to change the world. People loved me, and I loved people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second, was travelling the world and helping the poor and homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel loved. I knew my book was going to change the world I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks differently, that people never think what the do is wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to do all of Asia, then Europe, then America To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the Philippines. Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live when the job was my life? After coming home, I would eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to my wife Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time, but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years? Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl write this. But not because my wife has been cheating on me, but because I am now realising I have been dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to change the world? I remember being asked on a date by the most popular girl in the school, but declining her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the girls in high school. In university/college too. But i stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI told you about? That was all in the first few years of college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for myself. What do I even want now? My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I rationalized that financial security was the most important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money- making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet. If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions. Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like I did mine. Do not be like me srsfunny: A Sad But Common Story
Backpacking: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story

srsfunny: A Sad But Common Story

Backpacking: 100% facebook.com Hey everyone! Who's ready for Hawaii 2019? In anticipation of the wedding, and believe me, I know it's a longgg way away...but I would still like to announce the dress code! I am giving you a long notice of a year and a half so that you will have time to find and pick out something nice : The dress code is very specific because it will be used to create an incredible visual effect. If done right, it will make our synchronized dancing along the beach really pop SO, without further adoo WOMEN (100-160 LBS) GREEN Velvet Sweater ORANGE Suede Pants -Loubotin heels (the famous RED heeled shoes. when we spin and lift our feet, the effect will amaze you) -Burberry Scarf MEN (100-200 LBS) PURPLE Fuzzy Jacket Soda Hat All White Trainers -Plain Glow Sticks WOMEN (160 LBS +) -all BLACK sweater and pants. Any material -BLACK heels MEN (200 LBS+) -all CAMOFLAGE BLACK sneakers CHILDREN RED from head to toe. Remember the kids will form the shape of a heart, it needs to be true red not blood orange or some bullshit! Additionally, we will require that you wear formal attire after the dancing has ended. Please bring a change of clothing. Remember, the venue is extremely upscale, and we want to be looking our absolute BEST ladies and gents please, if you look like trash, so will we. All jokes aside, we want you to invest in an outfit valued at at least $1,000. This includes jewlery, accessories, makeup, and hair. Remember ladies and gents, this wedding is 24k themed for a reasorn You have a year and a half to get working. No excuses! Mwana beyoncescock: vorecrimes: charybdis-sans-fond: imsuchacapricorn: imsuchacapricorn: caffeinatedcorvid: lady-caryatid: daffodyke: doctormemes: symmetraismygf: squeezemetillipop: hornsandblackwool: Are straight white people okay???? What is this?! People like this exist. Interesting. this story has a part 2 THERE IS A PART 3 WITH GUEST RESPONSES I REPEAT THERE IS A PART 3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL I thought things couldn’t get more horrifyingly amusing than the woman who wanted people to pay $1000 each to go to her wedding so she could “feel like a Kardashian for a day” and had a Facebook breakdown about it saying she was gonna go backpacking in Peru to “find herself” after being “betrayed” by her friends who didn’t want to partake but here we are I thought it was the same person ngl. I’m in the wedding shaming group and saw both this and the Peru post before it went viral. Love it. THERE’S AN UPDATE Stephanie is a true hero. my favorite thing about this update is that the fact that we are even SEEING this means there’s AT LEAST one other snitch in the party that she hasn’t caught yet keep the updates coming please
Backpacking: 100%
 facebook.com
 Hey everyone!
 Who's ready for Hawaii 2019?
 In anticipation of the wedding, and believe me, I know
 it's a longgg way away...but
 I would still like to announce the dress code! I am
 giving you a long notice of a year and a half so that
 you will have time to find and pick out something nice
 : The dress code is very specific because it will be
 used to create an incredible visual effect. If done right,
 it will make our synchronized dancing along the
 beach really pop
 SO, without further adoo
 WOMEN (100-160 LBS)
 GREEN Velvet Sweater
 ORANGE Suede Pants
 -Loubotin heels (the famous RED heeled shoes. when
 we spin and lift our feet, the effect will amaze you)
 -Burberry Scarf
 MEN (100-200 LBS)
 PURPLE Fuzzy Jacket
 Soda Hat
 All White Trainers
 -Plain Glow Sticks
 WOMEN (160 LBS +)
 -all BLACK sweater and pants. Any material
 -BLACK heels
 MEN (200 LBS+)
 -all CAMOFLAGE
 BLACK sneakers
 CHILDREN
 RED from head to toe. Remember the kids will form
 the shape of a heart, it needs to be true red not blood
 orange or some bullshit!
 Additionally, we will require that you wear formal attire
 after the dancing has ended. Please bring a change of
 clothing. Remember, the venue is extremely upscale,
 and we want to be looking our absolute BEST ladies
 and gents please, if you look like trash, so will
 we. All jokes aside, we want you to invest in an outfit
 valued at at least $1,000. This includes jewlery,
 accessories, makeup, and hair. Remember ladies and
 gents, this wedding is 24k themed for a reasorn
 You have a year and a half to get working. No excuses!
 Mwana
beyoncescock:
vorecrimes:

charybdis-sans-fond:

imsuchacapricorn:


imsuchacapricorn:


caffeinatedcorvid:

lady-caryatid:


daffodyke:

doctormemes:

symmetraismygf:

squeezemetillipop:

hornsandblackwool:


Are straight white people okay????
What is this?!


People like this exist. Interesting.

this story has a part 2

THERE IS A PART 3 WITH GUEST RESPONSES I REPEAT THERE IS A PART 3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL




I thought things couldn’t get more horrifyingly  amusing than the woman who wanted people to pay $1000 each to go to her wedding so she could “feel like a Kardashian  for a day” and had a Facebook breakdown about it saying she was gonna go backpacking in Peru to “find herself” after being “betrayed” by her friends who didn’t want to partake but here we are


I thought it was the same person ngl.


I’m in the wedding shaming group and saw both this and the Peru post before it went viral. Love it.


THERE’S AN UPDATE


Stephanie is a true hero. 

my favorite thing about this update is that the fact that we are even SEEING this means there’s AT LEAST one other snitch in the party that she hasn’t caught yet


keep the updates coming please

beyoncescock: vorecrimes: charybdis-sans-fond: imsuchacapricorn: imsuchacapricorn: caffeinatedcorvid: lady-caryatid: daffodyke:...

Backpacking: zaynsamosa white person: eats chicken tikka masala once* i just... i feel so connected... to indian culture... I'm learning to speak islam.... check out my third eye..... chakra teaboot Every time see this. Every damn time. I'm immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin class", "Namaste, Children", "l wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious- ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?" "I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking" Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven- foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli- smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like "a tree......... Is a Poem" and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I'm Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe l don't wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I'd go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I'm the 'troubled youth' you need to Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls Source: zintersoldier #Teaboot 238,334 notes Sep 29th, 2018 a tree Is a Poem
Backpacking: zaynsamosa
 white person: eats chicken tikka masala once* i just...
 i feel so connected... to indian culture... I'm learning
 to speak islam.... check out my third eye..... chakra
 teaboot
 Every time see this. Every damn time. I'm immediately
 sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class
 with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin
 class", "Namaste, Children", "l wanna go backpacking
 in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left
 burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum
 circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry
 with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass
 fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman,
 describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious-
 ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell
 us about your saddest memory?" "I dunno, sir. Are you
 giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking"
 Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I
 seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor
 Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a
 room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn
 brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-
 foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-
 smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with
 some shit like "a tree......... Is a Poem" and I gotta sit
 here and politely tell you that No I'm Not Comfortable
 Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally
 Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound
 like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe l don't
 wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from
 Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit
 Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing
 kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair
 who writes bad porn on the side, I'd go out to the
 parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the
 disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an
 interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience
 of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens
 and suddenly I'm the 'troubled youth' you need to
 Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into
 having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to
 Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My
 Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking
 Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not
 "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot
 brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled
 into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six
 hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus
 goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking
 Balls
 Source: zintersoldier
 #Teaboot
 238,334 notes
 Sep 29th, 2018
a tree Is a Poem

a tree Is a Poem

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Backpacking: Last year I went backpacking through the republic of Georgia in Eastern Europe. On a long hike into the mountains, this dog decided to join me. We hiked together for about seven miles before he wandered off. Here he is keeping guard as I set my camera up for a landscape shot. On this blessed day I ask God to ease your burden, whatever that burden might be. If you are struggling I ask God to make things easy for you. If you are depressed I ask God to light your way. If you are hungry I ask God to feed you and to move those around you to feed you - it is the responsibility of those living in comfort to give to those who are not. I hate asking for favors but do me one favor today. Identify a family member from whom time or distance or an argument of some type or hardship long ago has caused separation. Reach out to them and let them know you love them. Be the better person and cure severed familial bonds with love. Aight? You can do it. My lil homegirl, her mom is the most wretched human on earth 😂. Every day she say something new to annoy her daughter. A week ago she said "your butt is flat" out of nowhere (and her butt ain't een flat lol!) And that girl still take care of her mama day in and day out. It's not easy but it's not really a test if it's easy, ya get me! More life more happiness more faith - whatever you wanted to accomplish in 2017, you got one-third of the year left - MAKE IT COUNT ❤️ Bless up 🌙 (📷: Reddit u-lil-rap)
Backpacking: Last year I went backpacking through the
 republic of Georgia in Eastern Europe. On a
 long hike into the mountains, this dog decided
 to join me. We hiked together for about seven
 miles before he wandered off. Here he is
 keeping guard as I set my camera up for a
 landscape shot.
On this blessed day I ask God to ease your burden, whatever that burden might be. If you are struggling I ask God to make things easy for you. If you are depressed I ask God to light your way. If you are hungry I ask God to feed you and to move those around you to feed you - it is the responsibility of those living in comfort to give to those who are not. I hate asking for favors but do me one favor today. Identify a family member from whom time or distance or an argument of some type or hardship long ago has caused separation. Reach out to them and let them know you love them. Be the better person and cure severed familial bonds with love. Aight? You can do it. My lil homegirl, her mom is the most wretched human on earth 😂. Every day she say something new to annoy her daughter. A week ago she said "your butt is flat" out of nowhere (and her butt ain't een flat lol!) And that girl still take care of her mama day in and day out. It's not easy but it's not really a test if it's easy, ya get me! More life more happiness more faith - whatever you wanted to accomplish in 2017, you got one-third of the year left - MAKE IT COUNT ❤️ Bless up 🌙 (📷: Reddit u-lil-rap)

On this blessed day I ask God to ease your burden, whatever that burden might be. If you are struggling I ask God to make things easy for...

Backpacking: VE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REAMIL REM REVIVEREVIVE REVIVE VE REVIVE ENIVF REMMEVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE RE RE REVIVE PEVNE REVIVE REVIVE REN REVIVE REWE REA REMVF REVIVE REVIVE REVREMVE REVIVET REM REM REM REVIVE Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.
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Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all black kids when I say this: My ass was bouta get toe up. I put the paper into my folder and contemplate moving to China, changing my name, and becoming a sex slave. I put these thought aside. Instead, dread and anxiety consumes me. What if my ass fall off? What if I die from the pain? I clench my cheeks all day. As we get on the bus ride home, I start silently crying. "You good my nigga?" I show my friend my test and he nods. We bow our heads in prayer. The bus stops and I get off and walk home. I unlock my front doot quietly. I slowly walk to my ro- "Where you going lil boy?" My mother, or what I actually saw, the Devil, was sitting on the living room couch. "I was just going to put my stuff down." "Nuh uh, lemme see that test first." I get the chills. I slowly open my backpack and pullout the piece of paper. I hand it to the Devil. She snatches it and glares at me. I bow my head in silence. "Boy what did I tell you?" "Momma I wa-" "I aint tell yo ass to talk back! How this happen huh?" I dont say anything. "So you aint got nothing to say?" "But you just-" "Shut the hell up! Go outside and get a switch." I look up. A switch. If there was a God, he was taking a nap. I was alone. I walk outside and pick my death weapon. I hand it to my mother. "Pull ya pants down." "But Momm-" "PULL YA PANTS DOWN" Ok Fogle damn. I pull my shorts down. I say one final prayer to God that he would have mercy on me. But like just like Hellen Keller, he wasnt hearing it. Im never failing Gym again.

Old Story: - My teacher put the paper face down on my desk. Oh God. I slowly turn it over and my heart sinks. F. I think I speak for all...

Backpacking: his backpack I can't deal Cat much serious. Much focus. Very concentrate. (dm for pussasaur credit) | For more @aranjevi
Backpacking: his backpack I can't deal
Cat much serious. Much focus. Very concentrate. (dm for pussasaur credit) | For more @aranjevi

Cat much serious. Much focus. Very concentrate. (dm for pussasaur credit) | For more @aranjevi