Jairo. Bodybuilder. 19 years youngs. Living to the fullest is what i do. And myself is who i am, if you dont like it then go sit on a fucking cactus

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

(via dankburps, da-i-net)

I don’t trust words,
I even question actions.
But I never doubt patterns.

Rhythm must have meaning.

holligenet:

If you are driving a vehicle…

use your turn signal

Use your turn signal

Use your turn signal

USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL

USE YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING TURN SIGNAL

IT’S NOT JUST A RANDOM OOOOOoOoOoOO WHAT DIS DO, DIS FLIPPER SWITCH STICK THINGY WAT A NEAT CAR DECORATION

amerikoismywaifu:

eternallybliss:


This is so perfect, for the time you look at this image, you don’t know if it’s a boy and girl, a girl and a girl, a boy and a boy, a black man and a white girl, a white man and an asian girl, you know nothing. Just the simplicity of the connection and the beauty of two human beings sharing love and that is all that should ever matter.

Actually, Due to the slight prognathism of the maxilla, the smaller more rounded cranial vault. The sharper and less defined lower mandible, and less protruding supraobital ridges, the conclusion can be reached that the individual on the left is female, and of African American decent. However the individual on the right shows a larger more oblong cranium, heaver more protruding supraobital ridges, a flatter maxilla with less prognathism. Also the lower mandible of this individual is heaver, more defined and square. From the presence of these features the conclusion can be reached that the individual on the right is male of Caucasian decent. Also due to the advanced (but not complete) obliteration of the cranial sutures, and the presence of a third molar in each individuals, it can also be said that both of these individuals are between the ages of 25 and 40. 

i just

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.