nepetalast:

sheyna-sterling:

pissy-little-aquarius:

why are parents allowed to yell and scream at their children and call them names and just make them feel like shit in general…

but when kids try to defend themselves…. its disrespectful?

what kind of fucking shit parents do you have

is this a new thing to you


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neillwhore-an:

"Do you guys read FanFiction?"

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sarcalstic:


ASH XX

buy here

sarcalstic:

ASH XX

buy here


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whatisahemmo:

larrysbellybutton:

You will never listen to A-Team the same again after this. This song “Little Lady” was actually written first, and they had him turn it down a bit and that song because A-Team.

 I cry every time I hear this song. It has such meaningful lyrics, just like all of Ed’s songs. Listen to it and read the lyrics.. Amazing

————————————————

Listen.
 Little Lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
 It’s 30 degrees, Thursday
 You work late, you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes
 Lady the word ‘rape’ sums up events that take place every night
 You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try
 And you remember that your punter went crazy last night
 You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry
 Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for
 You’ll make a trip to the Whittington where they’ll look at your jaw
 They’ll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure
 They’ll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
 But young woman
 The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
 Medical attention could be fatal
 ’Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him
 ’Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in


 She’s just under the upper hand
 And goes mad for a couple grams
 And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.
 For angels to fly.


 Little Lady, your mind you’ve made up
 Your injuries you can’t hide with make-up
 You need some medical advice, you make up
 A little lie to say just
 In case the doc opens his eyes and don’t decide to play dumb
 With any luck you’ll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
 Last year when your pimp just lost it
 He wouldn’t recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
 ’Cause all the heroin is making you age
 But your a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag
 The funds you have left go where your from using Moneygram
 Mother had to get you out the motherland to study
 That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand
 Little does she know your never coming back
 She put you in her brother’s hand only for him to formulate another plan
 He’s the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
 Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.


 She’s just under the upper hand
 Goes mad for a couple grams
 And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly
 Now an angel will die, covered in white
 With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
 This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
 Straight down the line.


 Little Lady, you’re trembling with fear
 Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
 You’re sitting facing the detective, oh dear
 The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it,
 She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in
 She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused
 You’re causing scandal going mad in the ward now
 The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won’t let no one harm you
 The same question he keeps trying to ask you, who you working for?
 He’s talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore
 You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for
 You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
 It’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
 Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
 He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
 Begs you to use it
 He’s useless if your gonna be stupid
 ’Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips, your on your own
 You’ve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe
 You reach your door and then it dawns that you’ve been followed home
 Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat
 And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'
 No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness
 You open the front door, he boots you in
 There’s something new in him, he’s silent now that fills you with terror
 Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error
 He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight
 At this point your life flashes before your eyes
 Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
 Despite the mess there’s only one thing that’s caught his eye
 And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece
 And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc in the street.
 Little Lady left this earth in the worst way
 All because she got a card on her 13th birthday


 And we’re all under the upper hand
 And go mad for a couple grams
 And we don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man.
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly, for angels to fly, and fly fly,
 For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, angels to die. ♥

Reblogging to sob again

whatisahemmo:

larrysbellybutton:

You will never listen to A-Team the same again after this. This song “Little Lady” was actually written first, and they had him turn it down a bit and that song because A-Team.

 I cry every time I hear this song. It has such meaningful lyrics, just like all of Ed’s songs. Listen to it and read the lyrics.. Amazing

————————————————

Listen.
 Little Lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
 It’s 30 degrees, Thursday
 You work late, you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes
 Lady the word ‘rape’ sums up events that take place every night
 You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try
 And you remember that your punter went crazy last night
 You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry
 Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for
 You’ll make a trip to the Whittington where they’ll look at your jaw
 They’ll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure
 They’ll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
 But young woman
 The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
 Medical attention could be fatal
 ’Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him
 ’Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in


 She’s just under the upper hand
 And goes mad for a couple grams
 And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.
 For angels to fly.


 Little Lady, your mind you’ve made up
 Your injuries you can’t hide with make-up
 You need some medical advice, you make up
 A little lie to say just
 In case the doc opens his eyes and don’t decide to play dumb
 With any luck you’ll see the same dude who stitched your top lip
 Last year when your pimp just lost it
 He wouldn’t recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway
 ’Cause all the heroin is making you age
 But your a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag
 The funds you have left go where your from using Moneygram
 Mother had to get you out the motherland to study
 That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand
 Little does she know your never coming back
 She put you in her brother’s hand only for him to formulate another plan
 He’s the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
 Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.


 She’s just under the upper hand
 Goes mad for a couple grams
 And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly
 Now an angel will die, covered in white
 With closed eyes and hoping for a better life
 This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
 Straight down the line.


 Little Lady, you’re trembling with fear
 Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer
 You’re sitting facing the detective, oh dear
 The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it,
 She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in
 She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused
 You’re causing scandal going mad in the ward now
 The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won’t let no one harm you
 The same question he keeps trying to ask you, who you working for?
 He’s talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore
 You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for
 You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
 It’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
 Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
 He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
 Begs you to use it
 He’s useless if your gonna be stupid
 ’Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips, your on your own
 You’ve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe
 You reach your door and then it dawns that you’ve been followed home
 Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat
 And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'
 No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness
 You open the front door, he boots you in
 There’s something new in him, he’s silent now that fills you with terror
 Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error
 He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight
 At this point your life flashes before your eyes
 Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
 Despite the mess there’s only one thing that’s caught his eye
 And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece
 And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc in the street.
 Little Lady left this earth in the worst way
 All because she got a card on her 13th birthday


 And we’re all under the upper hand
 And go mad for a couple grams
 And we don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
 ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and
 Sell love to another man.
 It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly, for angels to fly, and fly fly,
 For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, angels to die. ♥

Reblogging to sob again


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wishstileswasmine:

Ashton Irwin, Digital drawing. What do you think?

wishstileswasmine:

Ashton Irwin, Digital drawing. What do you think?


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australiansanta:

brashlyashley:

llbwwb:

Tapir Mum and Cub by Klaus Wiese.

TAPIRS

they look like broken elephants omg

australiansanta:

brashlyashley:

llbwwb:

Tapir Mum and Cub by Klaus Wiese.

TAPIRS

they look like broken elephants omg


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posted 14 hours ago  »  via   »  source  »  reblog

@Calum5SOS: Why am i always hungry 


  -  butt  -  q  -  9381  -
posted 14 hours ago  »  via   »  source  »  reblog

mukenope:

+


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posted 22 hours ago  »  via   »  source  »  reblog

"What if you don’t complete the person that completes you?"

 
- 23:04 (via luxisdying)

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posted 22 hours ago  »  via   »  source  »  reblog

claryfry:

Get to Know Me Meme[4/5] Favourite Films: Now you see me

Look closely. Because the closer you think you are, the less you’ll actually see.”


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blackgirlcrisis:

stillldreamingofyou:

Como La Flor - Selena

(1992)

I was just singing this song!!!

blackgirlcrisis:

stillldreamingofyou:

Como La Flor - Selena

(1992)

I was just singing this song!!!


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ghdos:

mroldskoolswag:

titytwochainz:

thickienicki:

phattygirls:

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

LMFAOOOO! I hate IG

OMFG

wtf 😐😑

I’ve been laughing at this shit all weekend.


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posted 23 hours ago  »  via   »  source  »  reblog

the-average-gatsby:

the-average-gatsby:

imagine a horror movie where you’re trapped in your house with a serial killer but all your lights are clappers

so you’re running for your life from this psychopath while both of you are just aggressively clapping the lights on and off

out of all my 3:00 AM ramblings you guys decide to make this one popular


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throbinhood:

my most prized possession is a holographic image of jesus that i have

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where he blinks when you move him

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and if you angle it right he’ll wink

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oohhhh jesus you saucy devil you


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awkwardvagina:

alvxandra:

oh look it’s the leader of the free world breaking the cardinal rule of chipotleimage

image


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