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With the introduction of social media and it’s heavy impact on most people’s lives, it’s not surprising the new ways in which social media is used, but it is still strange.

When someone dies, people post statuses about that person, or they write a lovely comment on the deceased’s wall. Why?

I wish we lived in a world where those statuses and wall posts where seen and heard by the person before they passed. Where people just said nice things and acknowledged someone’s impact on their life or even just their existence. 

Maybe if they would have heard those things in real life or read them on social media, things would have been different. It’s a little late to say all the good memories and nice and great things and how the person impacted your life now. 

I’m  not saying doing this could save a life, but it could help. Even if the person died of natural causes, at least the person would know how much he or she is loved and respected and admired. 

Because in all honesty, I hope that whatever happens after death, whether it’s heaven or reincarnation or nothing or whatever you believe in, I hope there is no social media there. 

The dead aren’t going to read your statuses and wall posts. And it doesn’t do much good to say nice things and should haves/would haves now. They’re gone. And I hope they’re in a better place. And I hope they died knowing how loved and great they were here. 

I’m going to start making sure everyone knows how amazing they are. Because once they’re gone, I don’t want to regret not knowing if they knew. I never want that.

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klefable:

shoutout to girlcode for being fabulous 

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jamborii:

klefable:

skatersaint:

klefable:

shoutout to girlcode for being fabulous 

Be prepared to participate in no dick december

be prepared to be told that no one wants your misogynistic dick anyway you arrogant shit

I love it when guys use sex as a bartering tool like IF YOU DON’T LOOK PERFECT AND SPARKLY ALL THE TIME I’M NOT GOING TO PLEASE MYSELF WITH YOU
like BITCH THEY LITERALLY SELL DICKS BIGGER THAN YOURS I DON’T NEED SHIT FROM YOU

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You thought you were so clever getting on my tumblr and writing a post. Well now I’m on yours. Eri, you have made the past two years the best years of my life. I love you with all my heart and soul. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, experiencing every possible moment with you. We are going to have the best adventures and it’s going to be the best because I love you and you love me. You are worth so much and I’m so glad I’m yours.

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The Swing at the End of the World
There’s a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador. It has no safety measures and is called the ‘Swing at the End of the World’.

The Swing at the End of the World

There’s a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador. It has no safety measures and is called the ‘Swing at the End of the World’.

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October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling (via ablogwithaview)

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