If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands.

The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.

ckings:

holy lord someone just pointed out my whole life in a text post kk thanks

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gofuckingnuts:

X’s and O’s, Hannah. ♥ on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/11208341

Don't ever hesitate. There's hope.

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howtovisualizeyourweakness:

Same

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fuckyeahtattoos:

Overdone, maybe. But this has so much meaning to me. I have meditated to “Don’t worry about a thing, because every little thing is gonna be alright” to get me through some of the hardest times in my life. I love how detailed yet simple and discreet my little birds are :)

Original doodle & tattooed by Greg Foster at Custom Tattoo in Milwaukee, WI

Oh, I also sang this song at a talent competition in a Hotel in Jamaica and won the grand prize of a bottle of rum. ;]

Camera: iPhone
Aperture: f/2.8

Holden Caulfield: Hey I just met you
Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy
Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony

(I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”

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