Welcome, to the world of a Careless, Asshole~

I'm fair when it comes to situations that have a neutral agreement or disagreement standing on other sides of them. I treat my friends like gold, and would die for each and everyone one of them. Call it life throwing? I call it maintaining the things that matter.
mr0wilson:

cannabisbliss:

purlpeiris:


Can this be the new universal sign for that?

Yes. This.

this is going to happen. New universally recognized motion.

I will use this from now on.

mr0wilson:

cannabisbliss:

purlpeiris:


Can this be the new universal sign for that?

Yes. This.

this is going to happen. New universally recognized motion.

I will use this from now on.

(Source: remvstered, via xamazingmeli)

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4 months ago


Letter from Yoko to John - 12/8/2007"I miss you, John. 27 years later, I still wish I could turn back the clock to the Summer of 1980. I remember everything - sharing our morning coffee, walking in the park together on a beautiful day, and seeing your hand stretched to mine - holding it, reassuring me that I shouldn’t worry about anything because our life was good. I had no idea that life was about to teach me the toughest lesson of all. I learned the intense pain of losing a loved one suddenly, without warning, and without having the time for a final hug and the chance to say, “I love you,” for the last time. The pain and shock of that sudden loss is with me every moment of every day. When I touched John’s side of our bed on the night of December 8th, 1980, I realized that it was still warm. That moment has haunted me for the past 27 years - and will stay with me forever.”

Letter from Yoko to John - 12/8/2007
"I miss you, John. 27 years later, I still wish I could turn back the clock to the Summer of 1980. I remember everything - sharing our morning coffee, walking in the park together on a beautiful day, and seeing your hand stretched to mine - holding it, reassuring me that I shouldn’t worry about anything because our life was good. I had no idea that life was about to teach me the toughest lesson of all. I learned the intense pain of losing a loved one suddenly, without warning, and without having the time for a final hug and the chance to say, “I love you,” for the last time. The pain and shock of that sudden loss is with me every moment of every day. When I touched John’s side of our bed on the night of December 8th, 1980, I realized that it was still warm. That moment has haunted me for the past 27 years - and will stay with me forever.”

(Source: nihal-ny, via xamazingmeli)

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4 months ago