People say, we’d rather have something than nothing at all. Truth is, having something halfway is harder than having nothing at all.
(via mmyyy)
“The course has been specifically designed for participants with a wide range of abilities.
The world we know is about to end. An epidemic of apocalyptic proportions will sweep the globe causing the dead to rise and feed on the living. The only way to survive is to buy an Evac Pass, track the virus and get out before it is too late.
In a matter of months society will crumble and San Diego will be first of many cities to fall. Only a few will escape. Some won’t even try.”
Thought this was freaking awesome and wanted to share with you guys. You can participate as a survivor, walker, or spectator. Survivors must navigate through the Zombie Infected Zone, Walkers become part of the hordes of the Undead, and Spectators watch the Apocalypse unravel from the sidelines.
Here’s the main website if you wanna find out more: http://www.thewalkingdeadescape.com/index.html
LIVE THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.
oh mah gawdddd. I WANNA GO
sounds fun :]
I want to find the Draco to my Hermione
Life of a true sports fan
- Me: I cant watch this. I can't do it, I'm going to puke
- Me: *watches entire game*
Class of 2012
After hearing some of the speeches today, I realized that the friends you make in high school shapes the path you choose to take on later in life. It didn’t hit me that I was done with high school until we started to walk into the stadium and sat down. I made so many memories with this class and everyone been so good to me. Thank you, Kerr for allowing me to be a part of a great community. Thank you Mom and Dad for dealing with my ridiculous, stubborn, crazy self while supporting me as much as you can. Thank you friends, for sticking with me through all these times. Class of 2012, this is it. It’s our turn to shine and take on the world. Follow your path and live your life because no one else can live your life for you. <3
Class of 2012
I’m graduating tomorrow.
All those memories. Dang, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the real world. Scary.
my parents think they know me inside and out but in reality, they only think they know me.
don’t go around and telling people what I’m doing, what I want to do, and what I did because you know nothing.
Today, we celebrate and remember all of those who have given their lives for the greatest country on this planet. From our founding fathers who led the way, all the way to our soldiers overseas today, I just want to say a big THANK YOU! Yes, we may have big plans to go out and have picnics and what not, but don’t ever for a second think that the people of this nation have forgotten about those who brought us where we are today. So today, I will be sitting on the beach with my family and we’re going to have a great time, because that’s what this country is all about. Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. Another day of life to be with family and friends, The liberty to go out and do what we want with the ones we love, and the joy of fellowship and patriotism that bring us Happiness.
(via unlimiteddaydream)
It’s difficult liking someone.
Cause sometimes, you don’t know if they have feelings for you or not. They’d send you all of these mixed signals that’ll eventually just confuse the heck out of you. You’re sitting there just trying to figure them out for yourself. Then you have all these things you’re urging to tell them, including how you really feel, but you don’t know how to put them into words. I hate liking someone, cause once you’re attached, it’s as if your whole life revolves around them.
(Source: gadiellerin, via ellolightsx)
and then I dream about being in your muscular arms. oh you know, just looking at those beautiful eyes and that darn white smile. they say we look cute cause you’re tall and all but I guess that’s just normal. and then I’m stuck with nothing but memories.
hey, I miss you. come back …
so sometimes I just sit there and get depress. and then people would say something and I would burst into tears. oh man i live a depressing life.
