It’s been over a month since the shooting at Pulse Nightclub in Orlando. A shooting that took the lives of 49 people becoming the largest mass shooting in the history of the United States. That night we lost friends, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters. It’s a night that has changed many of us forever. Since
Sometimes Cards Against Humanity hits close to home 😂
Moment of honesty? I’m not okay. Things have just been non stop lately and it’s taking its toll on me. It’s getting harder and harder to smile where there are so many tears being shed. I’m tired of seeing the news and fearing that someone I love could be hurt. It’s worse when I find
Do you ever wonder how people who know you describe you to people who have no idea who you are… Just me?
Guys… what happens if we put a werewolf on the moon?
Are girls all going to the bathroom together because that’s where they rap battle? Nevermind. I don’t want to know. I can’t handle the truth. Fo shizzle.
I have to be honest, I love when people snap random photos of me. When I’m at Disney, I PRAY for Photopass to capture those random moments above the posed ones. The posed ones aren’t real. Those aren’t life. Case in point: Donald + Me + This Photo = Adorable Also…I’m an arrogant potato and
Do you ever have those moments, when you’ve been awake all night and suddenly it’s almost 5am and you decided it’s time to sort out your life, plan the future, get stuff done… then you wake up like 6 hours later and just laugh at how funny “exhausted you” is… also you ate an entire
Yes. I’m a 31 year old man who will gladly admit that he dances around his house singing along to Taylor Swift. Here’s the thing. We all do it. If you don’t admit to it, you’re either too grown up to have fun or have lost the sense of wonder and imagination that life is
I think the hardest thing about being an adult, sitting here, watching a movie with my friends in my living room, is pretending that I wasn’t dancing around like an idiot to Taylor Swift, like, ten minutes before they got here…