why is everything so legit
| me during shower time: | What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now? |
| me almost falling asleep: | I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe |
| me during the day: | how do I spell house? |
Reblogging this just because I think it deserves more notes than stupid hipster shorts get or a pretty girl does.
my God. He is still a beautiful child. As much as it pains me to see my mom going through chemo, it absolutely KILLS me to see children go through it.
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what if I pretend to be British for like the first 6 months at college only around my roommate and I wake her up every morning at like 6 am and say like “up up darling it’s time for your tea the birds are singing a spoon full of medicine makes the medicine go down” and then we get back from winter break and switch back to normal and pretend she made the whole thing up until she loses her mind that would be fun
I don’t have a roommate, but I would do this to a stranger.
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Why is this so relevant to the relevancy to my irrelevant life?
I laughed a little too hard.
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Harry Potter: The Boy Who Felt Extremely Awkward In Almost Every Situation
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On this day, the sun had disappeared over the horizon and the sky, was turning dark. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Is there any way you can take the pictures without light?”
How could I get angry at her? There was always an excuse, and I was sure it was legitimate. I gave her a hug and said not to worry, we’d do it another day.
And to prove her sincerity, the next time we worked at the beach she gave more than her all, with never a complaint, never a break. She was determined to make it up to me. Marilyn was a real trooper. Even when the sun went down and the winds blew and it became cold, and she shivered, her skin turned red and her lips blue, she hardly whimpered or complained. Only when the day was almost over and I had just one last bit of film in the camera, she said, “This is for you, George.” Then she puckered up her lips and blew a kiss my way as I took the last picture of her ever on that beach. It was around 7:30 p.m., Friday, July 13, 1962.
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Somehow, I’ve lost all my tweezers.
And I had about 12 pairs of them. I REALLY need to go get more, but I know they’ll end up lost.
UGH I splurged on a really nice bedazzled pair of tweezers and some bitch stole them. We will not discuss tweezers ever again
this is the single most perfect thing i have ever seen in my entire life. omfg. cutest thing ever.
^Agreed c’:
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