L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.

Hello there, I'm Emily :) from California. I like a lot of stuff and this is where i keep it all.

darkness-matters:

teastars:

breebird33:

wessasaurus-rex:

The first time i saw this vine, i laughed so hard. 

YESSS MY FAVORITE!!!!

I ALMOST SHOVED MY COMPUTER OFF MY DESK OH GOD

I said that this couldn’t be that great.

I was so wrong.

(Source: lanactrlaltdelrey, via meduse-art)

clannyphantom:

rubee:

I HEARD A DOG BARK TODAY AND I BARKED BACK AND IT REPLIED THE EXACT SAME WAY AND WE WENT BACK AND FORTH UNTIL MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT IT WAS JUST MY VOICE ECHOING AND I HAD BEEN BARKIG BY MYSELF FOR 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT

BUT WHO BARKED THE FIRST TIME

(via pizza)

balzack:

goldcumandrippedpants:

"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

someone brought up this video today & in a cheery voice i was like “you mean Rick Genest”

  • me when i was 12: i will never tell my name or my age or where i live or talk to people i meet on the internet ever
  • me now: i probably wouldn't send nudes