Hi there! I'm Cris and I'm complicated. I live in Washington State. Manager & College Student: Majoring in Fine Arts & minor in Psychology. I want to become an Art Therapist & live in Australia as well as travel the world. I'm a little odd & a bit crazy. Any questions? :)

 

theobiwan:

clamjob:

ifollowbadblogs:

If you cloned yourself and then got a handjob from your clone, is that incest, homosexual, or masturbation?

its a sin thats what it is

I don’t know why I laughed so hard at this.

washingtonmemes:

Naked Man in Yakima Arrested in Daylight
I didn’t even know we were supposed to have a full moon today.

This is one of the reasons I love living in the Yakima Valley – you never know what you’re going to find! Earlier today, my friend sent me this picture of an arrest being made to someone who was caught with his pants down – literally!
"I’m not sure what’s happening in this picture or why he was arrested (other than public indecency) but I’m sure it turned a few heads on what looks like the corner of 1st and Washington."
Source

washingtonmemes:

Naked Man in Yakima Arrested in Daylight

I didn’t even know we were supposed to have a full moon today.

This is one of the reasons I love living in the Yakima Valley – you never know what you’re going to find! Earlier today, my friend sent me this picture of an arrest being made to someone who was caught with his pants down – literally!

"I’m not sure what’s happening in this picture or why he was arrested (other than public indecency) but I’m sure it turned a few heads on what looks like the corner of 1st and Washington."

Source

Crystal Yanez Hist. Per. 1 Feb.5.07
Thirteen Months One month: I began to feel the fear of many fears that were never felt before. Two months: I began to feel the pain of wounds and the pain of others never felt before. Three months: I began to see the things that many shouldn’t and never seen before. Four months: I began to believe there was a God and prayed like no other has ever before. Five months: I began to not trust in others like I once did before. Six months: I began to lie to myself to try to get through all of this unlike before. Seven months: I began to not sleep, sleep was not in my body like before. Eight months: I began to have nightmares, night terrors that no one would ever think before. Nine months: I began to fall in denial telling myself this isn’t real but that was before. Ten months: I began to think of ways to die, of ways to free myself that no one has before. Eleven months: I began to daydream to keep myself sane that no one should have done before. Twelve months: I began to not care, to jot think, to not love, that no other human being should have before. Thirteen months: I began to die a hundred times in my mind yet this one was real. Yet, I’ve seen it all before.
My mom found this in my old boxes while we were moving. I wrote it when I was 16 but I don’t remember it at all… hmmm

Crystal Yanez
Hist. Per. 1
Feb.5.07

Thirteen Months
One month: I began to feel the fear of many fears that were never felt before.
Two months: I began to feel the pain of wounds and the pain of others never felt before.
Three months: I began to see the things that many shouldn’t and never seen before.
Four months: I began to believe there was a God and prayed like no other has ever before.
Five months: I began to not trust in others like I once did before.
Six months: I began to lie to myself to try to get through all of this unlike before.
Seven months: I began to not sleep, sleep was not in my body like before.
Eight months: I began to have nightmares, night terrors that no one would ever think before.
Nine months: I began to fall in denial telling myself this isn’t real but that was before.
Ten months: I began to think of ways to die, of ways to free myself that no one has before.
Eleven months: I began to daydream to keep myself sane that no one should have done before.
Twelve months: I began to not care, to jot think, to not love, that no other human being should have before.
Thirteen months: I began to die a hundred times in my mind yet this one was real.
Yet, I’ve seen it all before.

My mom found this in my old boxes while we were moving. I wrote it when I was 16 but I don’t remember it at all… hmmm