Mikey McAllen's Random & Craziness

whatafuckinfamilypicture:

Notice how all of humanity has just gone downhill since they declared that Pluto was not a planet anymore

We Will Be Censoring All Of Tumblr Tonight At 11:59:59 EST. If You Dont Reblog This Before Then, All The Content On Your Blog Will Be Lost.

justanothergaybandkid:

jessicalovesdci:

desousadaniel2:

runlikeshit:

ask-kyoshisuki:

fuck-your-feelingsss:

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I’m sorry followers, I’m not risking it!

only cause the source is CNN

SORRY YOU GUYS!!! 

THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!!! NOOOOOO!


when it comes to my tumblr.. I take no chances o.o

I dunno if this is true or not, but I am taking NO chances.

thenextrevolution:

so stupid
tyleroakley:

thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”

Inspiring.

tyleroakley:

thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.

Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.

“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”

Inspiring.