death before dishonour
My life’s motto. I have this tattooed in Mandarin on my forearm.
No, you may call me PROFESSOR Kittington. I have a doctorate in whiskerology.
I can’t click my reblog button hard enough
It’s not just the ladies who get insecure, it’s all of us. It’s a human trait, yo.
Fricken’ beautiful. Everything that I want to say about this has been said in the post above me.
you can’t stop me from reblogging this over and over again
Me, on the right: “I’m mixed”
And drive your cars and bikes to the fucking shows, you poseur fucks!
We have a local scene? I thought it was all in Detroit.
Flint/tri cities, but it’s getting weaker all the time.
it just aint the same anymore.
Sucker punch kings since April 1917!
I keep seeing this all day and I have to say it pisses me off. WWI was fucking terrible. My grandpa fought it in along side 4 of his brothers and it fucking devastated that entire generation.
It wasn’t a fucking bar fight. maybe replace punches with trench warfare, nerve gas, starvation, and absolute horror.my great grandfather was in the ambulance corp and drove supplies to the front and the dead back beyond the front lines. In the later part of the war he was stationed in france and helped run a POW camp and they used a punch to decorate a spent artillery shell (think foot tall) with his name, rank, and some filigree to thank him for treating them so well.