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And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on...– Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via larmoyante)
sadtoasteroven: whenever I get sad, I just think about dan from florida thanks, dan
smathmouth: seeing cute and put-together 14 and 15 year olds gets me so angry they’re supposed to be awkward with bad haircuts they’re supposed to suffer the same way i did
rabioheab: i can’t wait until the days when we’re all old and the stereotype is that old people like rap and dubstep
ishimaruu: if u dont unironically like at least a few high school musical songs you are lying
littlepaperhugs: i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces” that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now! Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
selfdoubtandsyphilis: dankestrnemes: do animals think in english or in the sounds they make this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
yourfriendg00: cute nicknames for your significant other: old sport old sport old sport old sport old sport old sport old sport
fishingboatproceeds: the-blog-of-anne-frank: I just realized that “pun intended” is a pun on “unintended” and I’m literally about to gouge my eyes out I’m so angry This. Changes. Everything.
castiel-is-wonderful: sionainnlindsay: castiel-is-wonderful: WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP IS ‘MRS’ JUST MR’S LIKE BELONGING TO MR OMG Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no. This was an extremely relevant comment and I thank...
I hate when you can’t find words to describe all the emotions coursing through your veins. Like, I want to express to you just how much your existence in my life means to me, but… I just can’t find the words. Nothing I come up with even comes close to how I really feel about you. You’re so good with words, and usually I am, too, but when it comes to you, I’m...
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.