Go bleach your roots, creep

I just got back from a vigil for my cousin. Over 100 people showed up, it was really amazing. We all got the chance to go up and tell fun stories about my cousin, and then we lit candles and stuff, and then we got to write notes to my cousin on paper lanterns, and then we let them off.

He still has a celebration of life ceremony in a couple weeks, but this was really nice tonight. I saw and hugged a lot of family I haven’t seen for a long time, and I’m just really glad I went tonight.

garbidge:

I think the bottle of jack in front of him just makes the picture that much funnier.

I just had to stop what I was doing at work and move my car, because this dumbass passed out in front of my car, and the ambulance couldn’t get to him.

I just had to stop what I was doing at work and move my car, because this dumbass passed out in front of my car, and the ambulance couldn’t get to him.

Apparently I hurt my butt yesterday, but I can’t see all of my ass to know if it’s actually bruised or not.

It’s 2014 and I still know all the words to the Donkey Kong rap.

Sorry, I’m on my tablet, which uses the mobile app, so I can’t add a read more but um…if you don’t want to read me reminiscing about my dead cousin, maybe don’t continue reading…..

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Him and his brother were exactly the same ages as me and my younger sister, so we grew up hanging out and stuff. At the family gatherings, he was one of my main playmates, because all my other cousins were way younger than me (he was only two years younger, just a couple months younger than my sister).

When we started hitting puberty, we began drifting apart, but then in 8th grade I started becoming friends at school with his older brother, and so our families began interacting a bit more than usual, so I got to spend time with him, and see his cool personality.

After I came back from the Army, I began avoiding family events, and I guess he and his brother were doing the same thing, so even when I did go to family events, I didn’t always see him.

Just last month I took the time off work to go to the “Cancer Walk” with my family. Originally he started attending, when his dad passed away from cancer when he was barely a year old, but when our aunt was diagnosed with cancer in 2001, the rest of our family started doing it. Over the years, he came less and less, and eventually stopped going, so I was really happy when he decided to come this year. I was working on sewing a cosplay, so I didn’t do a whole lot of interacting, but I forced myself to get up and dress up for a pirate-themed lap, and I did the whole lap with him and his family. He spent the duration of the lap, slapping his younger sister with a fake sword. So, you know, at least my last memory of him involved one of my favourite things (pirates) and just him being happy, and being himself. I’m so glad that it was a recent memory too, and not like from years ago, and me left feeling guilty for not spending time with my family. I don’t like a whole lot of my extended family, but him and his immediate family are people I do like.

yoshikuroi:

sunshine-and-pie:

ircnpatriot:

as the next season of doctor who approaches its time for me to wrestle with the question

does my faith in peter capaldi outweigh my distrust of steven moffat

I am familiar with that question.

APPARENTLY THEY’RE YELLING AT EACH OTHER ON SET AND THE GENERAL VIBE IS PETER CAPALDI DECLARING THAT HE WILL NOT BE CHASED OFF THIS SHOW

spookbeast:

come on and slam

spookbeast:

come on and slam

thatsonofamitch:

hitlervevo:

i wanna know the story behind this

thatsonofamitch:

hitlervevo:

i wanna know the story behind this

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