Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Satchel Paige  (via intensional)
rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

THIS IS THE COOLEST STORY 
READ IT

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

THIS IS THE COOLEST STORY 

READ IT

corpsepose:

happy easter

fukkkres:

when ur eating dinner at your friends house

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and their parents start arguing

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and you want to ask for the salt

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but the salt is right in between their upcoming divorce

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beautilation:

Four million dollar mansion burns to the ground in Ohio. x


But why is there a four million dollar mansion in Ohio

beautilation:

Four million dollar mansion burns to the ground in Ohio. x

But why is there a four million dollar mansion in Ohio

Got this de-e-e-ecent new shirt today

Got this de-e-e-ecent new shirt today

the things I saw in p.e. today will haunt my memories for eternity

eww

left the vacuum out after I did half the cleaning hoping *someone* would get the hint and finish. it’s been there all week. I live alone. ghosts aren’t real.

starfleetinginterest:

what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent

I love these stoner epiphany posts. They’re my fave.

babycakesbriauna:

un3ndingtragedy:

loveniaimani:

itsthreethirtyinthemourning:

asheezyy:

Read this shit lol

oh my gufkcing goisdflkja

OMG!

That’s the type of shit that’ll get somebody killed.

He’s dead.


"reasoning’s" gave it away. Dumb shits. Nice letterhead though.

babycakesbriauna:

un3ndingtragedy:

loveniaimani:

itsthreethirtyinthemourning:

asheezyy:

Read this shit lol

oh my gufkcing goisdflkja

OMG!

That’s the type of shit that’ll get somebody killed.

He’s dead.

"reasoning’s" gave it away. Dumb shits. Nice letterhead though.

turning the masses into libertarians. one delicious fact morsel at a time.

Fuck! I can’t believe it’s snowing like a madman right now! its fucking April 16th! oh, Minnesota you are one bittersweet lover.