TheKayeGlass

At that point in my life where I hate descriptions. I'm 22. Live in a tiny town in the US. Finishing school to join the Peace Corps. Otherwise enjoy!

tardis-mind-palace:

pi3rcethe-satans:

allonsymiddleearth:

brennanat:

You know how people buy drinks for girls in bars? Why can’t people do that in book stores? Like if I’m looking at a novel in Barnes and Noble and some person walks up to me and strikes up a conversation and offers to buy the book for me there is a lot better chance of that working out in their favor

I’m going to reblog this until it’s a cultural norm.

Lets do it

plus less chance of drugs being slipped into your book

(via m--sa)

All 206 bones in my body have been carved with 206 hidden love letters, that are all written for you. Each impulse I have, races from my brain at the minimum speed of 150 miles per hour, racing through 45 miles of nerves. Constantly reminding over 600,000 sensory receptors of their cravings, to touch you and to taste you. Even though I am just an average man made up of 60 different chemical elements, my heart beats your name at least 100,000 times per day. Over 25 billion red blood cells act as messengers, each carrying the words of your beauty across 60,000 miles of my veins. Each atom of my body is consumed with thoughts of you.

JB (via cuntgradulation)

(via ben-c)

hoplite-operator:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

winterduck:

shar-fireshar:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said  “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

😍

I’d find that kid and return his friend to him with the good news.

I wanted to but the it box it came in (with the return address) accidentally got taken out to the burn pit before I could write it down. My only hope is for this post to go insanely viral and her hear about it and that he did his job, which was helping me do mine.


reblogging again

hoplite-operator:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

winterduck:

shar-fireshar:

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

😍

I’d find that kid and return his friend to him with the good news.

I wanted to but the it box it came in (with the return address) accidentally got taken out to the burn pit before I could write it down. My only hope is for this post to go insanely viral and her hear about it and that he did his job, which was helping me do mine.

reblogging again

(Source: never-let--it-die, via in-love-with-my-bed)

bangstilinski:

my parents thought they were naming me something unique, but really they just signed me up for a life with a misspelled, mispronounced, never finding on a coke bottle name

(via apple-pie-and-angel-wings)

laughterkey:

zoomwitch:

number-one-mollusc-fan:

snerky:

incredible

holy shit

look at this

I don’t even know where to begin.

(via viewtifulcrow)