I'm Cheryl. 20. WA. Trying to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do with myself.

There's a lot of things that i'm in to but the things I think of right away are Horror, Classic Rock, Video games, Tattoos/Piercings, Cosmetics, Sarcasm, World History, Concerts, Conspiracy theories, WoW, or basically anything that can keep me engaged. Game tags I keep on this page are basically #WoW and #tf2 (random screenshots now and then). This blog has absolutely no theme and is honestly a pile of shit but it's my pile of shit and at least it's full of stuff I enjoy. ;) If you enjoy it too, you're likely one of the BAMF's I've been looking for.

I love exchanging thoughts and words with others but I'm an observer of sorts and it can take me a while to initiate if at all. I'm always on the look to find someone who can pick my brain, but maybe that's the horror fan in me... Either way, hope you enjoy the page and feel free to hit me up!

 

artificialimperialism:

myuncertainlife:

fandom-fox:

spoopyphilia:

did you know when you suddenly jerk awake while falling asleep, another version of you from a different timeline just died

This post fucked me up.

It’s actually because you’re heart rate decreased so quickly that you’re brain jerks you awake to make sure you’re still alive.

i dont know wHICH ONE IS WORSE

(Source: dutchster)

deadlinejon:

stunningpicture:

This is what happens to a basketball court when the pipes burst

this is the greatest basketball challenge of all time

deadlinejon:

stunningpicture:

This is what happens to a basketball court when the pipes burst

this is the greatest basketball challenge of all time

gameboydemakes:

Gameboydemakes is proud to present Hearthstone! A great free to play card game made by Blizzard. 
As with any pixel art posted to tumblr, remember to keep clicking until those pixels are perfect and the image is at its biggest. 

gameboydemakes:

Gameboydemakes is proud to present Hearthstone! A great free to play card game made by Blizzard. 

As with any pixel art posted to tumblr, remember to keep clicking until those pixels are perfect and the image is at its biggest. 

Guil: We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard (via thechocolatebrigade)

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.