DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID FOR PLAYING APPS
There’s this thing called feature points and basically what you do is you play apps and for each app, feature points gives you points and you can redeem the points into Amazon, iTunes gift cards or Paypal. 
And every app that you download, you get an extra chance to win an iPad mini.
I don’t use amazon or iTunes so I got paypal instead, see!
HOW TO SIGN UP
To sign up go to featurepoints.com on your iphone/andriod phone to start with 0 points, or use this link featu.re/BR43MN to get 50 bonus points when you sign up
OR use the referral code BR43MN to get 50 bonus points if you dont use the link above
++ If you did this, please like this post so I can check out your blog! 
and if you have any questions, feel free to check the faq or inbox me!

DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID FOR PLAYING APPS

There’s this thing called feature points and basically what you do is you play apps and for each app, feature points gives you points and you can redeem the points into Amazon, iTunes gift cards or Paypal. 

And every app that you download, you get an extra chance to win an iPad mini.

I don’t use amazon or iTunes so I got paypal instead, see!

HOW TO SIGN UP

To sign up go to featurepoints.com on your iphone/andriod phone to start with 0 points, or use this link featu.re/BR43MN to get 50 bonus points when you sign up

OR use the referral code BR43MN to get 50 bonus points if you dont use the link above

++ If you did this, please like this post so I can check out your blog! 

and if you have any questions, feel free to check the faq or inbox me!

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girlgrowingsmall:

The interviewer is so brutally uncomfortable

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rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”
On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 
Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 
This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

rainbowcranes:

Growing up, my dad had a rule. “You can’t get a tattoo. If you do, I will make you get it removed. Unless, that is, you join the army and can shoot a seagull in the eye from a mile away, or you have a near-death experience.”

On July 12, 2011, I rode my bicycle to the camp I worked at. On my way home, I rode down a hill, and stopped at the bottom. I looked both ways, and there was no car coming. I started to turn left when I got hit by a car going ~55 miles per hour. I completely shattered the windshield, and when the driver stopped, I was ejected back onto the road. The doctors in the emergency room were absolutely perplexed when I arrived, because they all agreed that I should have died, and they were amazed to release me 4 and a half hours later with only 16 stitches, a concussion, and a chipped tooth. During my recovery, I was angry and confused. A couple if days after my accident, I received cards from my eight year old campers. One of them drew a giant paper crane, and said, “if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you’ll get better”. 

Not being able to read, ride a bicycle, or put stress on my body, I cut up an old sudoku puzzle, went on YouTube, and learned how to make a paper crane. By the end of the day, I had a laundry basket full of black and white paper cranes. 
I kept making paper cranes, even after I made a thousand, and I ran into a dilemma. What do you do with paper cranes once you’ve made them? A girl in my class had committed suicide the same day I had my accident, and I brought a purple crane to her wake. Her family could not have been happier the moment I presented them with this crane. Something clicked in my head right there. I started giving them to people and hiding them in random places for people to find. I started making art with them, and they became a major part of who I was. 

This tattoo is symbolic of my accident, and could not represent me any better.

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annabellioncourt:

I never knew how true and realistic and non-exaggerated this episode was until I went to college.

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ruinedchildhood:

me after group projects

^^^THIS.

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Song: Decode (Acoustic)
Artist: Paramore
Album: Decode
Played: 41817 times

heckyeahayley:

Now I know what heaven feels like

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bunnylikearabbit:

izzebeth:

misha-let-me-touch-your-assbutt:

grrlyman:

Lion cub playing in leaves

DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT ME I AM A PUDDLE

omg. WTH. why are animals so fricken cute.

You will never be as happy as this cub. never

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wsswatson:

fk4eva:

marinashutup:

in which the actor who plays one of television’s least likeable characters is actually super considerate and cool

How can he be such a despicable cunt, then…

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somemenmay:

angelcake893:

robemmy:

Hypocrisy

So powerful.

Damn that’s good.

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