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reblogging just cause miley is perfect
I think Miley is the ugliest.
Miley the ugliest.
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This boy has down-syndrome. I saw this video of the dog approaching him and trying to play. Firstly, the boy was terrified. The dog was incredibly gentle and continued to nudge the boy and comfort him. Then after countless attempts, they become best friends.
I think this is beautiful
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I may be rude on Tumblr, but you cannot control what I say here. Take it or leave.
Note: The following may just be hormones. I’m not sure. I’m speaking out. Enjoy my pain.
You control so much.
You have the power to say one thing and I’ll do it; sad thing is, you know it. The worst part about it is I’ll do it. You have my clanged to the balls so tight you don’t even realize it. When you’re mad I’ll do anything just to correct it and the thing is, you’re always mad at me(AND I HATE IT). With so much anger at me, you have power, and with power comes control, and with control, you have everything, you gain everything. Everything is in your hands. “I’ll do *anything/everything* for you just tell me Sydney.”
Yet, you don’t trust me.
After all the efforts. Day in and day out. Night after night. I put up with the worst situations for you and you control me like the Government controlling our food, but you know what…? You’re happy and you don’t realize it… So… I’ll keep it at President Retamar. I’ll do your bitting. I’ll kiss your feet. I’ll do whatever you want. Since doing whatever you want has always been the case(Even if your parents would never find out about anything). As long as your happy.
I’ll be happy in the meantime. But on the sidelines, this is what I see.
When am I going to win my fair share of questions and not get any attitude…?
(Reason for that question, you ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS give me attitude for EVERY interrogative question.)
I hate this.
I’m being left with blue balls every second of every moment of every chance we get.