More flowers to see when I got off work. ☆

More flowers to see when I got off work. ☆


Throwback to just last week when all of us were exhausted. Me and Michael backstage ☆ #tbt

Throwback to just last week when all of us were exhausted. Me and Michael backstage ☆ #tbt


Roses on my car this morning. ♡ #supersweet

Roses on my car this morning. ♡ #supersweet


Last night with my favorite ♡

Last night with my favorite ♡


Selling these iPhone 4 cases for 3$ a piece!!! Contact me at 864-357-2937 if you are interested!!! #iPhone #cases #dreamcatcher #anchor #lilo #stitch #infinity #chevron #quotes #cute #forsale

Selling these iPhone 4 cases for 3$ a piece!!! Contact me at 864-357-2937 if you are interested!!! #iPhone #cases #dreamcatcher #anchor #lilo #stitch #infinity #chevron #quotes #cute #forsale


'06 #Honda #Civic with #SRT wheels ♡♡ I think it needs to be #girldriven \(^○^)/

'06 #Honda #Civic with #SRT wheels ♡♡ I think it needs to be #girldriven \(^○^)/



tastefullyoffensive:

Crazy Ideas That Just Need to Happen Already [via]

Previously: Mind-Boggling Shower Thoughts

(via psychward311)


mandehmouse:

The real sass masters

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doubleadrivel:

pilosopogyno:

This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer.
On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.”
He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive.
Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.   
To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous. 
This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up.

Reminds me of how I got myself intentionally kicked out of school the second time. The first time was unintentional, and actually came asa result of mental health breakdown. After the first incident, I had to wait in jail for several hours until my parents could pick me up, was under house arrest for several weeks, and then I was suspended from school and had to go to an “alternate education facility.”
Alt. Ed. is where your pregnant girls and teenage drug dealers go to wait out the system until they turn 18 and get dumped from it. Education there is “self paced” ie. you get a stack of homework to hack through on your own, and access to tutors if you want to talk to them. No lessons, very little structure.
For an extremely intelligent Anxious-to-the-point-of-diagnosed-OCD introverted young person, this was heaven.
So when we moved to a new town and a new school and I found myself unable to cope with the pressures of socializing with the usual bunch of idiot high schoolers… with cold calculation I sat down and wrote a graphic description of how I would torture and murder my classmates, and calmly handed it to a teacher. One meeting with the principle later, I was back in another Alt. Ed. facility, happy as could be.
I got to do an entire semester’s homework in the space of 3 weeks, and spent the rest of the school year fiddling with computers and painting. If I’d had a little more initiativen, and maybe a little more oversight, I might have gotten more AP credits, or gotten involved with some extracurricular projects that would have actually benefitted me.
Anyway, the point is, one man’s punishment is another man’s freedom.

doubleadrivel:

pilosopogyno:

This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer.

On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.”

He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive.

Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.   

To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous. 

This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up.

Reminds me of how I got myself intentionally kicked out of school the second time. The first time was unintentional, and actually came asa result of mental health breakdown. After the first incident, I had to wait in jail for several hours until my parents could pick me up, was under house arrest for several weeks, and then I was suspended from school and had to go to an “alternate education facility.”

Alt. Ed. is where your pregnant girls and teenage drug dealers go to wait out the system until they turn 18 and get dumped from it. Education there is “self paced” ie. you get a stack of homework to hack through on your own, and access to tutors if you want to talk to them. No lessons, very little structure.

For an extremely intelligent Anxious-to-the-point-of-diagnosed-OCD introverted young person, this was heaven.

So when we moved to a new town and a new school and I found myself unable to cope with the pressures of socializing with the usual bunch of idiot high schoolers… with cold calculation I sat down and wrote a graphic description of how I would torture and murder my classmates, and calmly handed it to a teacher. One meeting with the principle later, I was back in another Alt. Ed. facility, happy as could be.

I got to do an entire semester’s homework in the space of 3 weeks, and spent the rest of the school year fiddling with computers and painting. If I’d had a little more initiativen, and maybe a little more oversight, I might have gotten more AP credits, or gotten involved with some extracurricular projects that would have actually benefitted me.

Anyway, the point is, one man’s punishment is another man’s freedom.

(via psychward311)


Still not happy living at home.
Especially now since I have a new phone and since I don’t have location anymore they’re flipping out.
I honestly don’t think a year could pass any sooner. #struggling


My #wcw is my best friend @brookelynnestheillest. I’ve known this girl for almost a year and we’ve been through so much together it’s just insane. She’s taught me so much and hopefully I’ve done the same. I wouldn’t have done the things I’ve done if it wasn’t for her. I would have my #Chickfila job if it wasn’t for her. I’m glad I met you, Brookelynne. I’m not sure where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for you. I love you. 💙✌️👌👍😘 #bbs #rideordie #bestfriends #forlife

My #wcw is my best friend @brookelynnestheillest. I’ve known this girl for almost a year and we’ve been through so much together it’s just insane. She’s taught me so much and hopefully I’ve done the same. I wouldn’t have done the things I’ve done if it wasn’t for her. I would have my #Chickfila job if it wasn’t for her. I’m glad I met you, Brookelynne. I’m not sure where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for you. I love you. 💙✌️👌👍😘 #bbs #rideordie #bestfriends #forlife


mikedaoo:

BMW’s Driftmob



Chapter 1: Riyan Truestone- An Introduction

"I get this feeling sometimes, where I’m doing something for the first time but it feels like I’ve done it before. I guess you could call it Deja vu, but I call it reincarnation. Do you ever feel like that?"

"No, you’re just crazy," Emily responded with a sneer. Riyan rolled her eyes and got up from the couch, tip-toeing her way towards the kitchen table for more crumpets.

"I’m going to laugh when you get fat off of those." Emily readjusted herself in the love seat adjacent to the couch.

Riyan giggled. “Did you know that it’s a theory that the dance “crump” came from-.”

"-the delicious treats we eat called crumpets? Yes I know. You say it every time we eat them."

Riyan was taken aback. “Why are you being so nasty today? I’m trying to hang out with you but I’m hanging out with a grumpy cat.”

"I’m tired. I haven’t slept very well lately."

"Maybe it’s because you aren’t sleeping in your own bed."

"Do not even go there."

"Oh come on, Em. You’ve stayed the night with Robert almost every night this week."

"Yeah. So what?"

"I’m just saying it’s not truly worth losing sleep over a guy, especially if you already have him, and also if you are married. I’m pretty sure the second option doesn’t apply to you, though."

"It will apply, if I can figure out how to get some rest with him beside me."

Riyan sighed, and hopped back onto the couch. “You won’t be married for several years. We have to divorce school before we want to step into another marriage. One more permanent, I might add. Go home to sleep tonight. I’m almost sure that you’ll sleep like a rock in your own bed.”

Emily stood up and brought her hands to her hips. “You’re right,” she stated. She snatched her keys off the coffee table and started towards the side door.

Riyan’s eyebrows shot up and she paused, in shock.

"Em! Where are you going?!" 

"Home, so I can sleep. I’ll text you when I wake up."

Emily shut the door behind her as Riyan tried to slide her last words in.

"But I haven’t told you what happened to me the other day."

A frown crawled onto Riyan’s face as the feeling of loneliness set in, and her secrets unrevealed.