This, is my life.

My name is Amber.

I like tattoos, beards, cats, and mountains.

Appalachian State University

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confusedtree:

utopia-shangrila:

confusedtree:

In French, you don’t say “hello”, you say “bonjour”. I love that. That’s a totally different word. French people are fucking idiots.

Of course it’s a different word, it’s a different language AND a different culture. What would you expect? American people are fucking morons.

SURPRISE

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HAHAHAHA

KNOW YOUR ENEMY, FUCKTRUCK

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jasric:

okay so I drew this immediately after the new ww photo release, I couldn’t resist. Loving the design but I would make a few modifications. This is the Wonder Woman I would want to see on the big screen<3 with captain america:winter-soldier-esque shield yesssss!! eventually I’ll turn this into a trinity picture and maybe clean it up *sigh* it was rushed :/ on dA here too [x]

jasric:

okay so I drew this immediately after the new ww photo release, I couldn’t resist. Loving the design but I would make a few modifications. This is the Wonder Woman I would want to see on the big screen<3 with captain america:winter-soldier-esque shield yesssss!! eventually I’ll turn this into a trinity picture and maybe clean it up *sigh* it was rushed :/ on dA here too [x]

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time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: skelepponies, via rstroupe)