My Life Is How It Is, Nothing Can Change That

My name is Kenneth. I'm 18. Just a simple guy from Malaysia. Living by his life quote every day.
' Dying is a fact ; Living is a choice '

sixpenceee:

El Paso’s High School happens to be one of the oldest buildings in that city. 

Eerie reports from students and faculty include urban legends surrounding the building’s fourth floor, which is said to be inhabited by a thick mist.

Some have linked the phenomena to a tragedy dating back 35 years, when a student slashed her wrists and dove from the fourth floor balcony to her death.

Her spectral shape has been sighted on the balcony, waving to visitors or recreating her fatal jump, and is also seen roaming the hallways, crying . 

The picture below dated 1985, showing the unidentified woman in the center whose features are blurred and distorted. According to students who posed for the photo, no one recognized her from the day the picture was taken… and some say she was never there.

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Also a group of teachers found a small sealed-up classroom behind a brick wall. The room had been left exactly as it was when the last class left, with students’ personal items still on the desks. One such item was a love letter from a teenage girl… and a haunting suicide note. 

(via 6thronin)

magic-murder-bag:

disruptedoriginal:

This motherfucker was walking around Comic-Con in a hyper-realistic Walter White/Bryan Cranston mask

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guess who was underneath this Bryan Cranston mask

fucking Bryan Cranston.

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Aaron Paul’s face is like a million different cries for help all molded into one expression

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deathurgesmetofind:

artmesohard:

Chilling ceramic pieces by Israeli Artist Ronit Baranga, designed to flirt with the boundaries between desire and repulsion by planting areas images of seduction in places we least expect to find them. 

YES YES YES

(Source: ronitbaranga.com, via wa55up)

maritzac:

dauntlessardor:

shmeards:

gods-nips:

I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS WEBSITE LIKE I CANNOT.

I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT.

Always reblog

like…who makes the decisions and why do the friends go along with it….

that

THAT THING RIGHT THERE

(Source: slendrman, via 6thronin)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova (via olivia-ross)

(Source: strong-but-breakable.tk, via ashabell)


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