1. Notes: 26283 / 1 year ago  from yunaramble (originally from lawlersaurusrex-deactivated2011)
    sunshineandscrewdrivers: You see that bullet? It belongs to a .50 caliber. You know how many inches it is? About 5. You know who’s taking the hits? Libyans. Do you know how much of an impact this is on a person’s body? It tears them apart. Gaddafi you are a terrible, terrible man.  Subhan’Allah.  Words cannot express how I and many others feel about you right now. I am going to reblog every single image of this ammunition because it should never, ever, ever be used on a human being. PERIOD.

    sunshineandscrewdrivers:

    You see that bullet?

    It belongs to a .50 caliber.

    You know how many inches it is?

    About 5.

    You know who’s taking the hits?

    Libyans.

    Do you know how much of an impact this is on a person’s body?

    It tears them apart.

    Gaddafi you are a terrible, terrible man.  Subhan’Allah.  Words cannot express how I and many others feel about you right now.

    I am going to reblog every single image of this ammunition because it should never, ever, ever be used on a human being. PERIOD.

     
  2. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 

    After being in this game for almost 4 and a half years, these guys, in my opinion, are still the dopest when it comes to precision and accuracy. Remember yah’ll, footworks aren’t done and executed because you have to. Your arms and legs are extensions of your illiterate heart and closed mind. Attack like you mean it, and when you do so - don’t do it half ass because I see suckas getting frustrated when they don’t perform a move correctly. If you become one with the music - your moves become infinite.

  3. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago  from yunaramble
    yunaramble: My hotshot says ‘Sup (Taken with instagram) Thanks for the sick shot love :)! <3

    yunaramble:

    My hotshot says ‘Sup (Taken with instagram)

    Thanks for the sick shot love :)! <3

     
  4. Notes: 3 / 1 year ago  from yunaramble
    yunaramble: I am only ever so lucky to have known how it feels to truly be in love.   This isn’t only the type of “love with a boy” your dad/mom warns you about. It’s the one type that pained them the most throughout their life. It’s the type of love where it’s not about what’s good for me, what I want, what I don’t want, what I need; it’s the type of wonderful yet worrisome feeling of what’s good for us, what we want, what we don’t want, what we need as two individuals who’s sharing a part of their life with each other. It’s the type of love where it’s not only rainbows and butterflies; it’s arguments, debates, right over wrong, acceptance, and maturity. It’s the type where I just feel so lucky that he has his faults, he’s not perfect at all, and he’s ridiculously stupid at times. I’m thankful of his flaws. I have no idea where I was going with this. I suppose it all started when I feel extremely exhausted from schoolwork, and I can just pick up the phone and a hello from him would instantly mean “EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.” One hello from him knocks me back to reality where all the hard work I have to go through is all for my own future. One hello from him indirectly reminds me that whatever bullshit I have to go through that other kids around me don’t have to at all is completely bearable. One hello from him gives me strength that ultimately comes from myself. His “hello’s” reminded me that I, no one else, was able to get and keep this amazing man like him. I received no help from anyone else. It was my own personality, me, myself, and I, that got us to where we are; deeply and madly in love. I’m not the type of person to blabber or talk about my private matters at all. If it doesn’t concern you, then you will never hear it from me. If I’m just ranting, chances are I will only rant to you about small annoying thing that happened which I was upset about at that moment. That being said, if I’m just ranting, I’m protruding my immature side. As time goes on, the more lessons I learn in life, the more mature I become, the quieter I get. I can now bite my tongue and just swallow in other people’s problems and immaturity. Love thought me that. The state of being ‘in love’ thought me that. I shouldn’t and don’t care about other people’s thoughts and concerns over my own private matters. If my heart just so happened to shatter because of he whom I fell in love with, then it is my own problem to handle and my own obligation to find the solution. The state of being ‘in love’ thought me to be strong not only for myself, but for he whom I fell in love with, and also! for other people around us. As a person, I’m someone who loves hanging around older people. That is, I hardly have friends who are younger than me or even remotely close to being younger than me. If I do, then they’re acquaintances and I hardly hang out with them. Being around older people (specifically those in their late 20’s or 30’s) made me see that love is a childish game. Being in love is a painful adventure. Most of them experienced it twice, the lucky ones only once. Most of them experienced the state of being in love while in their late teens or early 20’s and the second time with the one they’re currently happily married to. The lucky ones married in their late teens or early 20’s to their first love. Whether or not I fall into the “most” category or the “lucky” category, I have yet a single clue. All I know right now is that I’m extremely lucky and thankful that I’ve been exposed to such a wonderful adventure. I can honestly say I’m in love and have been in love because the man I love feels the same way too. He’s not perfect, but he’s just right for me. I can spent hours talking about how amazing yet ridiculously stupid this man can be, but I’m too scared to let you (or whoever is reading this) fall in love with him too. It’s been more than a year and a half. It has only been more than a year and a half. It’s too short for me to gather all of my thoughts on this wonderful human feeling called love and actually finish what I started writing here. So I figured the best way to end tonight’s little ramble is to only say, Thank you Nhan, Mom, and Dad. And thank you God. (s/n: NTN if you’re reading this, I was about to upload the first video you ever made for me. But then I thought it was to embarrassing (FOR ME) so I didn’t LOL! It’s okay, no reason to hate me now.) Awww thank you baby :D weeeeeeeeeeeeee and no I don&#8217;t hate you! I&#8217;m glad thatwe&#8217;re okay as of now. Our 2 year mark is almost here! We&#8217;ll definitely make it special for each other alright?! :D kekekek!

    yunaramble:

    I am only ever so lucky to have known how it feels to truly be in love.

     

    This isn’t only the type of “love with a boy” your dad/mom warns you about. It’s the one type that pained them the most throughout their life.

    It’s the type of love where it’s not about what’s good for me, what I want, what I don’t want, what I need; it’s the type of wonderful yet worrisome feeling of what’s good for us, what we want, what we don’t want, what we need as two individuals who’s sharing a part of their life with each other.

    It’s the type of love where it’s not only rainbows and butterflies; it’s arguments, debates, right over wrong, acceptance, and maturity.

    It’s the type where I just feel so lucky that he has his faults, he’s not perfect at all, and he’s ridiculously stupid at times. I’m thankful of his flaws.

    I have no idea where I was going with this. I suppose it all started when I feel extremely exhausted from schoolwork, and I can just pick up the phone and a hello from him would instantly mean “EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.” One hello from him knocks me back to reality where all the hard work I have to go through is all for my own future. One hello from him indirectly reminds me that whatever bullshit I have to go through that other kids around me don’t have to at all is completely bearable. One hello from him gives me strength that ultimately comes from myself.

    His “hello’s” reminded me that I, no one else, was able to get and keep this amazing man like him. I received no help from anyone else. It was my own personality, me, myself, and I, that got us to where we are; deeply and madly in love.

    I’m not the type of person to blabber or talk about my private matters at all. If it doesn’t concern you, then you will never hear it from me. If I’m just ranting, chances are I will only rant to you about small annoying thing that happened which I was upset about at that moment. That being said, if I’m just ranting, I’m protruding my immature side. As time goes on, the more lessons I learn in life, the more mature I become, the quieter I get.

    I can now bite my tongue and just swallow in other people’s problems and immaturity. Love thought me that. The state of being ‘in love’ thought me that. I shouldn’t and don’t care about other people’s thoughts and concerns over my own private matters. If my heart just so happened to shatter because of he whom I fell in love with, then it is my own problem to handle and my own obligation to find the solution. The state of being ‘in love’ thought me to be strong not only for myself, but for he whom I fell in love with, and also! for other people around us.

    As a person, I’m someone who loves hanging around older people. That is, I hardly have friends who are younger than me or even remotely close to being younger than me. If I do, then they’re acquaintances and I hardly hang out with them. Being around older people (specifically those in their late 20’s or 30’s) made me see that love is a childish game. Being in love is a painful adventure. Most of them experienced it twice, the lucky ones only once. Most of them experienced the state of being in love while in their late teens or early 20’s and the second time with the one they’re currently happily married to. The lucky ones married in their late teens or early 20’s to their first love.

    Whether or not I fall into the “most” category or the “lucky” category, I have yet a single clue. All I know right now is that I’m extremely lucky and thankful that I’ve been exposed to such a wonderful adventure. I can honestly say I’m in love and have been in love because the man I love feels the same way too. He’s not perfect, but he’s just right for me.

    I can spent hours talking about how amazing yet ridiculously stupid this man can be, but I’m too scared to let you (or whoever is reading this) fall in love with him too.

    It’s been more than a year and a half. It has only been more than a year and a half. It’s too short for me to gather all of my thoughts on this wonderful human feeling called love and actually finish what I started writing here.

    So I figured the best way to end tonight’s little ramble is to only say,

    Thank you Nhan, Mom, and Dad. And thank you God.

    (s/n: NTN if you’re reading this, I was about to upload the first video you ever made for me. But then I thought it was to embarrassing (FOR ME) so I didn’t LOL! It’s okay, no reason to hate me now.)

    Awww thank you baby :D weeeeeeeeeeeeee and no I don’t hate you! I’m glad that
    we’re okay as of now. Our 2 year mark is almost here! We’ll definitely make it special for each other alright?! :D kekekek!

     
  5. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
    You have to respect one of the greatest minds of human history, Leonardo da Vinci. An overwhelming being with unsurpassed intellectual &amp; intelligence who had piled ideas upon ideas for thousands of years after him. Now the question is, who&#8217;s gonna step up?

    You have to respect one of the greatest minds of human history, Leonardo da Vinci. An overwhelming being with unsurpassed intellectual & intelligence who had piled ideas upon ideas for thousands of years after him. Now the question is, who’s gonna step up?

     
  6. 1 year ago 
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