#we got gun controle?  #u for real?  #we're full of idiots with guns are you mad?  
"It’s not how I expected to say goodbye to the Chelsea fans"
  #i wanna crahahahaaayyy  #lampsy  


Mesut Özil refuses to eat his cereal at Villa Park.

  #oh my god  #xDDD  


Frank loves Chelsea, Chelsea love him. End of story. It will never change.

  #nevaaar  #lampsy  #i just  

I’m sorry but feeling offended by people’s preferences and then insulting them?

  #what r u even  


Cristiano Ronaldo + Free Kicks

  #the stand  #the king  #crissy boy  
  #i'm heart broken by this pic  #don't touch me  
  #is it bad that i can only see the butt in this pic  #i'm so sorry someone clean up mah mind xD  #eden hazard  #schürrle  #azpi  #chelsea  #pl1415  
"It was noticeable that Frank Lampard referred to Manchester City as ‘this club’ throughout his post-match interview. No ‘we’ or ‘City’ to be seen. ‘Obviously I’m now playing for this club.’"
- BBC Sport (via claireyg)



I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

  #this is not ok  #no one should be treated like this esp by their parent  #and no one should get out of such shit just bc theyre friends with the fucking chief of police  #wtf is wring with this planet!!!