Peanut Butter Love

I love Jesus, high fives, bikes, having red hair, and being Texan. I'm probably too proud of my Dutch heritage for my own good. I laugh at my own jokes. Yeehaw.
  • The Band Perry: Funny when you're dead how people start listening
  • van Gogh: what. Sorry could you repeat that

I’ve discovered there’s a lot you can do inside haunted houses.

fictionalfeather:

For example, you can:

  • be in a shampoo commercial

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  • start a boy band:

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  • spot some choice booty:

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  • break into song:

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  • see some people in frankly offensive outfits:

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  • attend a metal show:

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  • listen to some sick jams:

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  • discover zombieism:

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  • sample some tasty snacks:

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  • watch someone get burned bad:

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  • find something you really like:

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  • find something you really, really like:

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  • find something you REALLY REALLY LIKE:

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  • and wonder if you left the stove on:

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(via four-fires)

ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

(via foreverbeingmadebeautiful)

christopherevan:

courtneyksnodgrass:

On July 28, 2014, I wrote my suicide note while seriously toying with the idea of taking my life. I posted the note on my blog and someone, somewhere, not even in my state, called authorities and the police came to my door. I voluntarily went to the emergency room and was later checked into the Psychiatric Hospital where I spent three days and two nights and was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.
On July 28, I surrendered my razor blades for the sake of saving myself. With therapists, psychiatrists, and the help of a support team, the road to recovery has started.
The amount of love and support I’ve been receiving is so unreal to me. I never thought I had so many people who cared about me, including strangers I don’t even know, who don’t even live anywhere near me. To everyone who’s sent me messages, comments, texts, etc, thank you. Thank you for caring and thank you for showing support. Most of all, thank you to whoever contacted my local authorities. Without you calling, I’m not sure if I’d be here to write this post. You saved me.

So thankful that you’re still here, and for the actions and kindness of others that have helped in a difficult time. You are loved and cared about, always here for anything you need :)

Praise God.

(via foreverbeingmadebeautiful)

Apparently yesterday was National Lasagna Day? America has a tendency to give foods their own holidays.

"I put a spell on you and now you’re mine"

bc at first you had “your mine” but that spell check is a real handy tool and alerted you to the grammar mistake

status: unable to stop eating bread

If I die young, I’d rather die in the summer because that way, there’s more of a chance that my legs will be shaved just in case a cute paramedic finds me.