For You
My poor little heart is crying for you. It bleeds, yearing to be next to you. Im trying to teach it to be free and alone. But all it wants to do is beat with you.
From my love, she’s actually the best thing ever.
Woodhe?
Would you?
heartheartheartheartheart
My amazingly talented Girlfriends art <3
:)
An image I did for my buddy over at http://thebubblegumgang.com/, be sure to check out the blog which accompanies it plus his other stuff, some say he’s the bringer of lols.
Just a little something i took today, been meaning to take photos of these cranes for ages, finally got round to it :)
(via zoomdweebie)
I’d sell something valuable to have one of these on my wall.
‘Social Charmeleon’ - The Bubblegum Gang
Thank you to Dean Woodward (Woodhe?) for help with the image.
Me and me’ good ole’ pal over at The Bubblegum Gang using our noggin’s collectively.
Ankles showing?
Now I don’t consider myself a cutting edge fashionista but I like to look good and I consider my taste to be pretty good.
So every now and then I’ll have a quick browse of Lookbook, see whats going around and all that and I’ve discovered a trend in 90% of the dudes that post their looks on there.
They all have their ankes showing.
Whether this means straight 3/4 pants (Yes, three fucking quarter pants, what the fuck) a pair of slacks rolled up or some other aberration of leg wear that’s been manifested in a way to show off their ankles which is SUPPOSEDLY fashionable?!
Now I don’t know about you but, I can’t remember the last time I wore 3/4 pants because I NEVER WORE THEM CAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE UTTER SHIT.
Kristen Stewart.
She’s playing Joan Jett in The Runaways movie.
She’s also a grub. Grub grub grub.
Woodhe? Or wouldn’t he? Nah he did.
Ohey.
Names Woody y’all, kinda new to this whole blog thing. My legs were broken when the bandwagon came past so i couldn’t catch up and jump on right away. My awesome brethren who runs the show over at The Bubblegum Gang suggested I give it a go. So yeah, I am.
The idea of reblogging other peoples junk-a-malunk seems kinda pointless, like eating a sausage roll, spewing it back up, then eating it again.
Where’s the joy in that?
