Video of the Day

  • July,28th,2014 at 2:42 PM

Photo of the Day

  • July,17th,2014 at 8:41 PM

I almost die taking this photo, never take a pic of a garlic if you’re a vampire :[

I almost die taking this photo, never take a pic of a garlic if you’re a vampire :[

Photo of the Day

  • July,17th,2014 at 5:56 PM

Mi arbolito de navidad πŸ’™πŸŽ„#AFI #tbt

Mi arbolito de navidad πŸ’™πŸŽ„#AFI #tbt

Photo of the Day

  • July,17th,2014 at 12:06 AM

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Photo of the Day

  • July,17th,2014 at 12:00 AM

Photo of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:59 PM

Photo of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:58 PM

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Video of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:58 PM

sneaky-snakes:

[incontrollable noises of want]

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Photo of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:31 PM

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Photo of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:29 PM

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Video of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:29 PM

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Video of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:28 PM

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Photo of the Day

  • July,16th,2014 at 11:27 PM

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Photo of the Day

  • July,6th,2014 at 10:50 PM

Video of the Day

  • July,6th,2014 at 10:50 PM

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My name is Bere, I'm 18, I love art, music, tattoos, body paint, Makeup, Heels, Nail art, Blue things! Cute things, Hello kitty, The muppets & Marvelβ™₯ My favorite bands are A.F.I & Dr. teeth and the electric mayhemβ™₯

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MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon like the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch, as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon like the rainbow! How is it that from Beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? β€” from the covenant of Peace, a simile of sorrow? But thus is it. And as, in ethics, Evil is a consequence of Good, so, in fact, out of Joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are, have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been. I have a tale to tell in its own essence rife with horror β€” I would suppress it were it not a record more of feelings than of facts.

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