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Day 164.
None of John Green’s books are movies yet.
(via karmaachameleoncircuit)
there should be a word for platonic crushes
like when you want to be someone’s friend so hard
why isn’t that a thing
there is
THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION TO ME
(Source: beaconchills, via my-mom-is-ginger)
Before I shower: I DON'T WANT TO SHOWER TOO LAZY FUCK SHOWERING WHO NEEDS TO BE CLEAN ANYWAYS I AM HOBO
After I shower: OH SWEET GEESUS THIS FEELS SO GOOD SO SQUEAKY CLEAN MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE EXPELLIARMUS BACTERIA
In French, you don’t say “hello”, you say “bonjour”. I love that. That’s a totally different word. French people are fucking idiots.
Of course it’s a different word, it’s a different language AND a different culture. What would you expect? American people are fucking morons.
SURPRISE
HAHAHAHA
KNOW YOUR ENEMY, FUCKTRUCK
(via cookiecutter60)
Also
Can we all just take a second to appreciate this opening paragraph on my paper earlier this semester about my experience here at Tumblr omgI wanna know how you continued from “one of the last place one would expect to have someone come up behind them and whisper, “How often do you masturbate.”
That is probably the best goddamn hook I have ever read.
POST THE REST I AM HOOKED
This is the finest essay opening I’ve ever read.
(via my-mom-is-ginger)
This was a man, dressed as a plant, making pigeon noises at people walking by. I said hello, asked if it was okay to take his picture, and then asked why he was dressed as a plant. He said, “I’m just working through some stuff. Thank you for asking. No ones asked yet.”
I’ve been dealing with stuff the wrong way.
What if there were no grownups? Suppose the whole idea of grownups was an illusion? What if their money was really just playground marbles, their business deals no more than baseball-card trades, their wars only games of guns in the park? What if they were all snotty-nosed kids inside their suits and dresses? Christ, that couldn’t be, could it?
- Stephen King, Hearts In Atlantis.
