Hey, I'm David. I'm nineteen and I run my Tumblr like it's my job.
I am recovering in multiple areas right now. I have experienced most things at least once. Not as a "bucket list" type thing, but, because things happen, I knew the wrong people, and I wanted to take chances. Nobody ever stopped me. I stopped me because my life almost did it for me. When you come close to death, you begin to reevaluate your life and the decisions that you make.
I am a 30K mile (48.3K km for my non-American friends) cyclist and I take pride in what I do. At times, I will post pictures of me in my cycling gear, or my statistics to try and inspire people to do what I've done. Five years ago, I weighed 130 pounds (59 kg) more than I do now. If you don't believe me, check out my Throwback Thursday pictures, and you'll see how I looked until I was 14 years old until I took my life into my own hands.
It should be noted: If you're over-sensitive to dirty humor or life, you shouldn't follow me. Very little of what I say is squeaky clean, and there is often swearing. I talk about everything on here no matter what it is.
I do Snapchat, and from time to time, my friends make cameo appearances in my round up of Snapchats that are done at least once a week. If I know you long enough, I will give you my Snapchat username, and you can join in on the fun.
My girlfriend, Sam, appears on my blog quite a bit. So, get used to seeing her name, her face, and from time to time, our Cory/Topanga-esque texts.
I do not do follow for follow. When you follow me, I check your blog. If I like what I see, I follow you. If I don't, I enjoy your company as a follower, but will not follow back. Tumblr is not about how many followers you have. Tumblr is about finding people who have similar interests to yours and that has always been my policy.
I don’t think there’s a drug I’ve never tried.
I think suicide is the wrong choice. There are so many people out there, and here in the world of Tumblr that love you.
Should I or should I not help out the guy who missed today with the papers he needs to read for a project…?
Here’s why I’m debating:
- He shows up late and kicks my backpack almost every day.
- He sits in front of me and puts his head on my desk and has more than once has had his head rip pages out of my notebook.
- He constantly rips ass and it smells so bad.
who gonna suck your heart.
Stevie Nicks (via darling-nicks)
Frank Llyod Wright (via itsquoted)