you know if i was a young boy and my father took me into the city to see a marching band i would actually be pretty pissed if he said son when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned like dad im trying to enjoy this parade can we talk about this later jesus christ
Hey guys, I’m going on a cruise to Italy in two weeks, so I’m going to write down the url of every person who reblogs this and place it somewhere around the cruise ship, or somewhere in Europe (Either London/Barcelona/Paris).
Message me if you have a preference and I’ll try to get pictures out to everyone of where they were put! MUST REBLOG BEFORE JUNE 1!!!
(reads ur text post) (looks directly at the camera like im on the office)
my first love broke my heart for the first time and i was like
the bag my necklaces came in was tiny and my dad just looks at me and says “this is what they sell cocaine in on the streets” and his eyes lit up and he put some baking powder into the bag and put it on the counter and i was like what are you doing… and he was like “i’m going to tell your mom that we found this in your brother’s pocket” jesus christ