"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”
now THAT’S what i call a party
More dogs with their babies.
Oh my god!
"You couldn’t make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn’t go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind."- Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge (via wordsnquotes)
Yoncé all on his mouth like loquor like like liquor like like liquor
i hope you wake up on christmas morning happy and i hope you are warm and i hope you had good dreams. i hope you get nice gifts and i hope you have hot chocolate. i hope snowflakes stick to your eyelashes and i hope you make the most beautiful snow angel. i hope that even though i will not be curled up with you on christmas morning that you are comfy and cozy and i hope you have a wonderful christmas