4 months ago · 104 notes · Source · Reblogged from stevenwink

I’m not tired but I need to sleep. I hate taking pics of myself but whatever. Felt the need to document my No Shave November escapade just in case it disappears. Yes, me, the guy who hates talking about facial hair (weird phobia I know, right?) is participating. I don’t even know.

I’m not tired but I need to sleep. I hate taking pics of myself but whatever. Felt the need to document my No Shave November escapade just in case it disappears. Yes, me, the guy who hates talking about facial hair (weird phobia I know, right?) is participating. I don’t even know.

6 months ago · 3 notes

brinerock: hbelam: Erin and I. CREEPING. GETTING NOSTALGIA-Y. WAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~ REBLOGGING THIS JUST BECAUSE I CAN

brinerock:

hbelam:

Erin and I.

CREEPING. GETTING NOSTALGIA-Y. WAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~

REBLOGGING THIS JUST BECAUSE I CAN

6 months ago · 2 notes · Source · Reblogged from brinerock

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

1 year ago · 2 notes

1 year ago · 13,360 notes · Source · Reblogged from mr-faghitch

I’m that person everyone replaces after a while.

trueloveisfate:

1 year ago · 157 notes · Source · Reblogged from meesheen

I feel like I’d make a really good boyfriend

meesheen:

I know I will, but no one’s interested. I can cook/bake, clean, and pleasure/love.

gpoy

1 year ago · 158 notes · Source · Reblogged from meesheen

jmeb02: HB and I being productive I don’t think I have this on my blog but I need it.

jmeb02:

HB and I being productive

I don’t think I have this on my blog but I need it.

1 year ago · 3 notes · Reblogged from jmeb02

Eating ice cream and hershey’s syrup. Yum.

Eating ice cream and hershey’s syrup. Yum.

1 year ago · 0 notes

So my pic looks awful. But that’s not what this post is about. What you see there is my signet ring I got upon graduation. It’s one almost exactly like my fathers, only lacking an engraving on the inside. But there’s a story behind it. Christmas Eve in ‘87 my mom got my dad a signet ring. She had gone to Lexington with Barbara to get one for Jimmy and she saw it and said Howard had to have one (Barbo and Jimmy are like my grandparents, Jimmy was the one that died my senior year in High School. I think I’ve blogged about it before). So he got it that year and had it for a while. We used to have an old house smack dab in the middle of town. One of the first with running water, one of if not the first in-ground pool in West Liberty. It was over 100 years old. It had a weird triangle shaft in the middle that held a safe. I can blog about all that at a later date. But we had an old apartment building out behind it and decided to tear it down. When we did we sowed the empty field with grass seed. As you may know, when you sow grass seed your hands will most likely get powdery and this happened to my father. He flung his ring off without noticing until later. He spent two years, even rented a metal detector, and scoured the plot to try to find it. He couldn’t so my mom bought him a second one. Then, one day, my ex-uncle was mowing and he noticed something shining on the ground. He picked it up and it was the ring.  My dad put the other ring in the lock box at the bank and wears his lucky one. When I was little I always played with it and would try it on and what not. A while ago I began joking about when would I get to wear it and what not but I wasn’t really being super serious. But on Graduation day, after moving out, we went to Raferty’s to eat. I went to the bathroom and came back to the table and was going to put my napkin in my lap and as I unrolled it the ring fell out. So now I have a signet ring. 

So my pic looks awful. But that’s not what this post is about.

What you see there is my signet ring I got upon graduation. It’s one almost exactly like my fathers, only lacking an engraving on the inside. But there’s a story behind it.

Christmas Eve in ‘87 my mom got my dad a signet ring. She had gone to Lexington with Barbara to get one for Jimmy and she saw it and said Howard had to have one (Barbo and Jimmy are like my grandparents, Jimmy was the one that died my senior year in High School. I think I’ve blogged about it before). So he got it that year and had it for a while.

We used to have an old house smack dab in the middle of town. One of the first with running water, one of if not the first in-ground pool in West Liberty. It was over 100 years old. It had a weird triangle shaft in the middle that held a safe. I can blog about all that at a later date. But we had an old apartment building out behind it and decided to tear it down. When we did we sowed the empty field with grass seed. As you may know, when you sow grass seed your hands will most likely get powdery and this happened to my father. He flung his ring off without noticing until later. He spent two years, even rented a metal detector, and scoured the plot to try to find it. He couldn’t so my mom bought him a second one. Then, one day, my ex-uncle was mowing and he noticed something shining on the ground. He picked it up and it was the ring. 

My dad put the other ring in the lock box at the bank and wears his lucky one. When I was little I always played with it and would try it on and what not. A while ago I began joking about when would I get to wear it and what not but I wasn’t really being super serious. But on Graduation day, after moving out, we went to Raferty’s to eat. I went to the bathroom and came back to the table and was going to put my napkin in my lap and as I unrolled it the ring fell out. So now I have a signet ring. 

1 year ago · 3 notes