The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.
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finnemoron:

youllbeokaywepromise:

ATTENTION! On Friday, February 21, 2014, there are was a hoax call for a shooting at Lake Mary High School, Florida. The person got a pre-paid phone, called 911 telling that he had heard shots fired at the school, and threw the phone is the trash afterward.

At the time of the event, no one was aware it was a hoax, and it caused a school-wide panic. The school was on lock-down for well over an hour while the police evacuated the school, searching all of the students and teachers.

Both photos above are screenshots from a video taken from a helicopter, which you can view here (x).

People who were evacuated, were searched and were sent outside with their hands on their head, during this most were crying and trying to call their parents. The second photo is of cops searching the cars of parents coming to pick their kids up.

Here is a video of a set of students being evacuated by armed authorities (x).

Despite the call, there were no shots fired. But people are on edge because the call was planned. The person knew they would find out it was a hoax, so they made sure the call was untraceable. Rumors say it was the person’s test run to see how many authorities would show up and see if they could get away with it. It is expected that it might happen again and it will be no hoax.

If you live in the Central Florida area, take extra caution when going into work or school. Everyone is on edge, and this could cause other people to become violent. If you go to a school in Seminole county, or go to Lake Mary High School, be aware that something is expected to happen next week, so my best advice is to stay home.

If you do not live near the Central Florida area, please still at least re-blog this post, because it has the potential to spread the word, and save a life.

guys this is my school and if you go here, or even work/go to school in the general area, i highly advice you to stay home. there’s no confirmation on a death threat to the school but better safe than sorry. 

For months on end I spend endless nights crying over a boy who does not have a single care about me nor anything else in the world.
pc (via poemchit)

jerkofficial:

jerkofficial:

lets play a game, guess what im eating

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generalbooty:

yeah so i slept with this dude last night and idk we were chatting a bit  during the sexy time and for some reason his birthday came up and i was like “wait 25th of september? DUDE me TOO, wtf thats such a coincidence” and he was like “really? we have the same birthday? are u fuckin with me?” and i just looked down at his penis literally inside my vagina and was like “well technically yeah” and he was like haha nice one and high fived me

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.
Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via loveless-people)
me n my ogre bf

bellpincher:

me: babe come over

bf: i can’t theres fucking ropes all over the place

me: my parents are out

bf: image


unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

THAT CHILD IS DEAD HE SENT HIM STRAIGHT TO HELL

Note to self: “I love you” does not mean “I won’t ever leave you.
Note 1. (via fragmentallygirl)
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people

scalded (via noorannsofie)
I wanted you to tell me that you were sorry; that you would miss our long drives, playing our favorite songs too loud, watching old movies, talking about our favorite authors, laughing at the smallest of things, staying up too late. I wanted you to tell me that you would miss holding my hand and the feel of my heart beating against your own. I wanted you to tell me all of these things, but you didn’t. And I still wonder if you think about me. If you think about my skin, my hair, the way I used to smile when I saw your face. I don’t think you do, but I still like to wonder.
a.p., Do You Wonder About Me? (via sunst0ne)