following back tons
My sim proposed to his girlfriend while holding a salad.
True love is worth the struggle.
my friend’s teacher kept saying ‘YOLO’ around the school and then people were like ‘why do u keep saying you only live once’ and he was like ‘oh is that what it means?? i thought it was a mix of ‘yo’ and hello’ and it was just a hip new greeting’
yall as counselors: pls do not be sad friend!!! the stars love you and want to kiss your flesh which is made of sunlight and small bugs!! uwu
Anchors aweigh my boys. Anchors aweigh. Man that was beautiful. I wish I could’ve sang for my grandpa
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
-Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via serenesxul)
I’m a pretty cold person. A very cold person, I find. I have a strong lyrical, emotional drive and I’m not sure where it comes from. I’m not sure if that’s really me coming through in the songs. They come out and I hear them afterward and I think, well, whoever wrote that really felt strongly about it. I can’t feel strongly. I get so numb. I find that I’m walking around numb. I’m a bit of an iceman.
-David Bowie, 1972 (via virgodura)
The Red String of Fate.
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.
It’s days like this that I like to remember that the Irish government are ever proud of the Spire of Dublin.
It’s literally a 400 ft metal spike sticking out of the ground. It was supposed to be done for the new millennium but they didn’t start building it until 2002.
And it’s supposed to be self-cleaning but it doesn’t work and there’s no way to clean it.
not to mention it’s ‘unofficial name’
the erection at the intersection