This is the blog of a teenage boy so expect randomness and fanboying and fandoms and maybe kinky things and maybe this and maybe that and maybe everything and maybe nothing (But always reblog clothes porn and music porn). I am lost and not sure what I am looking for, but I will find it and until I do I will put all my emotions here as I wander, I hope you decide to walk with me a while.
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nishlo:

tukut:

ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now

these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately 

crewdlydrawn:

grapefruitshampoo:

deanwhoflirtswitheveryone:

Ten years down the road Tony is at a Science convention where he comes face to face with a young mechanical engineer. The young man says. “I’m Harley Keener. I don’t suppose you remember me, but we shared an adventure 10 years ago in Tennessee. You changed my life. I hope you don’t mind but ever since that night I have thought of you as the closest thing I ever had to a father.” 
Tony grins. “You’re trying to guilt trip me.”
The young man smiles. “It was worth a try.”
They laugh, and Tony buys Harley a beer and asks him about his work and later Tony quietly makes sure that Harley’s project gets the funding it needs. The same way he made sure that Harley got into a good college and had the right scholarships. Because Harley saved him when he had no one(and maybe, just maybe because if only for that one night Harley was the closest Tony ever came to having a son.)

SOMEONE WRITE THIS

I. AM. WOUNDED.

crewdlydrawn:

grapefruitshampoo:

deanwhoflirtswitheveryone:

Ten years down the road Tony is at a Science convention where he comes face to face with a young mechanical engineer. The young man says. “I’m Harley Keener. I don’t suppose you remember me, but we shared an adventure 10 years ago in Tennessee. You changed my life. I hope you don’t mind but ever since that night I have thought of you as the closest thing I ever had to a father.” 

Tony grins. “You’re trying to guilt trip me.”

The young man smiles. “It was worth a try.”

They laugh, and Tony buys Harley a beer and asks him about his work and later Tony quietly makes sure that Harley’s project gets the funding it needs. The same way he made sure that Harley got into a good college and had the right scholarships. Because Harley saved him when he had no one(and maybe, just maybe because if only for that one night Harley was the closest Tony ever came to having a son.)

SOMEONE WRITE THIS

I. AM. WOUNDED.

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jaclcfrost:

undeadxarmy:

jaclcfrost:

idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is

but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck. 

the bond between the person wearing someone else’s clothes and the person whose clothes they are wearing is strong