"Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to be over, it’s about learning how to dance in the rain."
— Spikey Mikey. ∞
grandmanvincent:

omg

babydeguzman:

what other girls blog about:

what the fucking pimp nigga bitches blog about: 

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illest-alamia:

mikaylasottile:

Mikey’s trip to LA 

GOOD LORD MIKEY AND IAN AND THEN MIKEY AND BAILEY

my vagina omfg

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zourry-niam:

keepcalmandloven-i-a-l-l:

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha JUST DIED LAUGHING

BAHAHAHAHHA OMG 

Wow! How fast time has flown by? Thomas, you are TWELVE now! You’re growing up so fast, you need to stop that, it’s making me feel old. So, does being twelve feel any different? I hope it doesn’t, because I want you to still be eleven forever. But, I guess that’s really too much to ask, Thomas, you make me feel like a proud mother, and proud is a great way to describe how I feel about you! Whether you know it or not, you’re a great inspiration, do you realize  you’re only twelve and you’ve accomplished more than some people do in an entire lifetime? That’s a proud thing, and a thing to be proud of! You’re amazing, and you are so strong. No matter what people say, you push through it and keep smiling. And that’s amazing, I hope you realize that. You’re so adorable, and I know thousands of girls tell you that, but it’s honest to God so true, you’re such a sweetheart and I’m glad you were put on this Earth twelve years ago. Thank your mother and father for me, alright? Thanks for your existence, kiddo. So, I should wrap this up, because already I’m blubbering, and tears might soon follow.. Happy Birthday, Thomas. I hope it’s as ICONic as you are. (: