My brother is a bit cocky sometimes.
my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child
your mother must be so proud of her strong, smart child who lives each day dealing with anxiety and depression and still holds on
this is beautiful
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
this show was the best tho
One of the saddest parts of my child hood
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS
AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT
I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT
I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.
great gatsby movie drinking game:
- take 1 shot whenever gatsby says “old sport”
Heath Ledger winning an Oscar for ‘Best Supporting Actor’ for his role as ‘The Joker’ in The Dark Knight (2008)
will forever reblog this
always reblog, no matter what.
I just BS’d through a test and got a “B.” It’s the highest test grade I’ve ever gotten in that class. Oh my goodness.
Rule #1 of Tumblr:
you must reblog our creator whenever he comes up on your dash
david karp looks through the notes of this post, puts all the urls he sees onto the safe list, then deletes the rest of the blogs. reblogging this post is like when the jews put the lamb’s blood on their doorposts so the angel of death wouldn’t kill their firstborns.
Must reblog for that comment
That comment, my God..