sassiestnugget:

i hate when teachers are like “sorry if im grumpy ive had a class each period haha” like ????? what do you think students do?????

halfbakedpoet:

And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…

halfbakedpoet:

And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…

(Source: photosynthesis206)

slomps:

slomps:

slomps:

Apparently if you saw yourself in person, you wouldn’t recognise yourself

So my biggest question is, WHAT THE FUCK do I look like

And do I look hot

odetsleep:

so i was watchin this being all emo bc josh dun talking about his passion but then at the end i reached a new level of emo a completely new level like please watch this oh go do

queerpoc:

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is
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that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

(Source: aru)

One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.

halloween-game-strong:

The saddest thing in the world is when someone flinches when you move fast like no I wasn’t going to hurt you friend