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Pizza. Sushi.

I am 31,single, and want to remain so...I need to work on my self some more. :)

REAVERS Car Club - Seattle and Sin City

I AM A PROP MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!

DD/LG (not looking for a little)

Things I love; Rugby,Cars,Weapons,Fitness,SciFi,Movies, History, Art and Design.

I will always reblog bunnies and corgis. Yes, I also post up cute stuff that I like. Yes, I am a straight male. Deal with the cute shit.

School : Design : Industrial/Graphic

Comments or jokes about rape or homophobia, or racism will be deleted.


"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."


"This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They’re back! There’s no choice left. And I’m ready for war."


"Life is tough, and it is not fair, so fight back, and never fight fair." - Mr.Awesomeness

Me so far...12/1/13

23rd April 2014

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23rd April 2014

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23rd April 2014

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One of many awesome parts

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23rd April 2014

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gnarlynatasha:

1985zcar:

hakosukajapan:

Oh my

Holy wow.

Oh shit

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23rd April 2014

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gray-firearms:

ofmiceandmen-still-ydgn:

deathscardgame:

This is very important.


My heart just fucking broke.

Fuck man

gray-firearms:

ofmiceandmen-still-ydgn:

deathscardgame:

This is very important.

My heart just fucking broke.

Fuck man

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23rd April 2014

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weed-kitchen:

toodeepforyou:

tits-mcgeeeee:

rayladelasoul:

I can kinda hear the blast in my head when they collide.

Sound doesn’t travel in space. You wouldn’t hear a thing.

then how the fuck do you explain all the sounds in star wars checkmate motherfucker


except.. for not.. cause starwars is a movie….

You take that back!

weed-kitchen:

toodeepforyou:

tits-mcgeeeee:

rayladelasoul:

I can kinda hear the blast in my head when they collide.

Sound doesn’t travel in space. You wouldn’t hear a thing.

then how the fuck do you explain all the sounds in star wars checkmate motherfucker

except.. for not.. cause starwars is a movie….

You take that back!

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23rd April 2014

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23rd April 2014

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sidewaysjdm:

sidewaysJDM JDM - stance - drift - cars

sidewaysjdm:

sidewaysJDM
JDM - stance - drift - cars

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23rd April 2014

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theonus:

Perfect.

want. 

theonus:

Perfect.

want. 

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23rd April 2014

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it was a cool series….

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23rd April 2014

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Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.
— Lauren Hooper (via cadburycrazed)

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23rd April 2014

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christo-pho:

thatwetshirt:

Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

I NEVER CAUGHT THE PARALLEL

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23rd April 2014

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