grunge/lucid ☯

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.


beauty on the inside doesn’t get you free drinks.

this 1.4 50mm lens is practically identical to my (broken) 1.8 50mm lens. it’s just sold for $300 more (i got mine for a good deal but STILL GOOD LORD.) but yo i’m so thrilled to have such a beautiful lens again that wont fall apart if i look at it the wrong way. i swear, walking around today with my camera just effortlessly broke the seal- i’m bringin’ this bitch with me evvvvverywhere again. i can’t wait to start capturing the world through my eyes all the time with a lens that i can manipulate into speaking for me ugh god how gross is that i love it

i dont want to go to sleep angry but my my brother took my dogs out of my room again and im getting really tired of it

chalonerphillips asked:

Please tell me more about dear Uncle Steve


So, the story I’m about to tell is like the iconic Uncle Steve story. Every time someone asks about Uncle Steve, this is usually the first story told. I have heard it many times from many different people, and the plot points always remain the same so either it’s the truth or a very consistent legend.

Anyway… The Time Uncle Steve Broke Both Legs!

Okay, so, as I mentioned in my other story briefly, Uncle Steve rides a motorcycle. As if he would drive anything else, I mean come on, he’s the baddest baddie of them all. 

So, one day, he was driving his motorcycle to go to… Jack in the Box, I think. And maybe he was going too fast or something, but when he was turning onto an on ramp, he crashed on the side of the road. The motorcycle was totaled, and both of his legs were broken. Some wonderful good Samaritan pulled over and got out and said to him.

"Can I help you?"
So Uncle Steve got up, walked over to a piece of cardboard on the side of the road and picked it up. Then he went over to the stranger’s car, opened the door to the passenger’s side, put the cardboard down so he wouldn’t bleed on the upholstery, and got in.

Once they were settled, the guy said to him

"Where can I take you?"

"Jack in the Box." 

"Jack in the Box?" 

"They were having a great deal on curly fries."

On the way to Jack in the Box, the adrenaline wore off and he was like

"you know I changed my mind I need to go to the hospital"

So, probably still bewildered about just what kind of demigod was in his passenger seat, they changed directions and dropped him off at the ER. He thanked him and then walked in.

He went up to the front desk.

"I need to see a doctor."

"Take a number."

"I’ve got a number. Two. That’s how many broken legs I have right now."

Now, when everything was said and done and he was in his casts and what not, the doctor came in to see him and was like

"Steve, you need to slow down."

Uncle Steve’s response?

"Don’t tell me what to do and I’ll keep you in business."

I Need More Blogs To Follow!!

Okay guys, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted an imagine, but I’m planning on posting at least one later tonight.

For the time being, though, I need more blogs to follow! So like/reblog this if you post one or more of the following and I’ll check out your blog!

-The Walking Dead
-BBC Sherlock (especially this guys, omg I’m obsessed)
-Black Veil Brides
-Bring Me The Horizon
-Benedict Cumberbatch
-Martin Freeman
-Criminal Minds
-Andrew Scott

I’ll be following you guys from 5sos-ed-sheeran, btw, since that’s technically my main account

AJ is a gender neutral name

plus he won’t have to go through what Clem and the adults went through as kids (wear BLUE, love GIRLS, be MANLY) and he’ll be treated as a person and not gender/age so he’ll be raised neutral too

I’m sorry. I have strong hopes for this baby.