Give me something that I need
Because I’m thinking about
A brand new hope
The one I’ve never known
Cause now I know
It’s all that I wanted
Why is this so cool?
..Are those little staples? WHY WOULD YOU STAPLE BREAD TO THE WALL.
If I hit my post limit for this….
Since when was this
more beautiful than this
Reblog to end the impossible standards set by the media. All burgers are beautiful.
being a pessimist is great i’m always either right or pleasantly surprised
The word your is a possessive adjective. You’re is a contraction of you are. Contractions have apostrophes, like I’m and I’d. Oh, and I is a personal pronoun and is capitalized. “What” has an h. You has three letters. Tomorrow has three syllables, one m, two r’s, and three o’s. Sentences end with periods and begin with capital letters.
No one is asking for your opinion on French existentialism, just for third grade literacy.
|—||Daniel Brian Thompson-My Brother (via playworksleep)|
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.
Alan going hard in the mother fuckin’ airport
is that phil in the backround and is that lady kissing him or whispering something in his ear, either way step away from my philly
Well we would know if Alan’s arm wasn’t in the way
Maddie off to the side laughing at her ginger idiot of a boyfriend
in which john green is the cutest dad.
everyone says “just get out and leave everything behind in the event of a house fire” like no fuck that shit im grabbing every electronic i can hold