Anytime anyone of my followers, or anyone really wants to talk, you can hit up my text+ number of
1-424-275-2655 or (706) 610-0251
or if you're bored and want to annoy the fuck out of me. also I'll probably just start texting you back with my real number, this is just so my actual phone number isn't plastered all over the web'n'shit
After dealing with a day like today. Fuck this place, but checking out another place almost got me shot, while another place might tell me no. All the while I’m not being contacted for jobs to keep me in a house. I’d leave for another city or state, but I’d need a guaranteed job before packing all my stuff up and shipping it to a place where I’m not quite able to find a home either.
I’m naming my dick “Long Island” because it looks weird and everyone who’s ever been there hates it.
(via wocowoco)
Of all the sad messages on the walls in Left 4 Dead, this one is the most tragic of all.
(Source: shadowkixx, via wocowoco)
i think its funny how there are some actors who played a role for so long that its almost impossible for me to see them as anything else
and then there are some actors who’ve done so many roles i dont even see them as actors anymore it’s just them as themselves in another movie
and then there are actors who you’re not quite sure what they really look like
(via wocowoco)
My aunt met someone at her store who worked on the set of The Avengers and he told her about how RDJ and Tom Hiddleston were always pranking each other on set and how Robert and Tom were doing a scene together and Robert couldn’t stay still in his Iron Man suit because he was feeling really uncomfortable so they had to take a break and during break Tom walked up to Robert and said, “It’s called itching powder”, took a sip of his water, and walked away.
(via wocowoco)