tha guy on the cliff he just finished highschool and what he did was he threw all his school papers and books over the cliff screaming “take that” personally i think that its really cool because in a way its like hes free. He went through four years of studying,exams,memorizing things that didn’t even matter but now he’s free now he can finally be free and i bet its the best feeling in the world
great, now all the birds and shit gonna be learning human knowledge. get ready for society to be conquered by animals. look outside and a deer is riding a bicycle down the road. stuck in line at the grocery store cause some rabbit is arguing with the clerk about a coupon. fish swims up the toilet while youre droppin a log, asks to borrow some salt. thanks a lot, guy on the cliff
- Israel: You guys should probably evacuate, we're going to drop some bombs.
- Gaza: Okay, we're coming!
- Israel: Well, actually, you can't come in to Israel, since you're Palestinians.
- Gaza: But, you control all of our borders, where do we go?
- Israel: Sounds like a personal problem.
- Gaza: .... So, stay here?
- Israel: If you want, but don't say we didn't warn you..
kinda weird that u were naked for 9 months in ur mums womb and she probably showed everyone the scans like thats pretty much like leaking ur nudes
“I CANT BREATHE” i typed as i breathed
this is powerful
my blog will make you horny ;)
Jesus!” Luke exclaimed.
“Actually, it’s just me,” said Simon. “Although I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.
Cassandra Clare (via feellng)
Brazilian model Alexandre Cunha was paired with a three-year-old moptop to showcase Smalto’s matching child-sized and adult tuxedos. Unfortunately, while the pressure of performing didn’t faze the buff Brazilian, his partner broke down in tears as they were striding the catwalk:
Once, I was supposed to close a show with a 3-year-old kid and we both had matching outfits. During rehearsal, everything went as planned, but on the day of the show he started crying halfway down the runway, so in my head I thought, “What am I supposed to do?!” I ended up picking him up and I carried him to the end of the runway.
Poetry trails down the window pane
every time it rains in this town for
I see the reflection of you walking away
in the tiny water droplets and it doesn’t
get any more metaphorical than that—
after all, the sky did fall the day you
disappeared into the night and
promised you’d never come back.
Surrounded by poetry and memories of you (via ink-trails)
i’m constantly torn between wanting to watch new shows, re-watching old shows and attempting to have a life that doesn’t revolve around shows
A heart of flame.