supermeghan:

whenever im lost and confused i turn to michael for help

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innercitylights:

i fuckin hate the type of person who enters a room when a show is on and starts talking. what the fuck is wrong with you. who the fuck raised you. are you an animal. get out of my house

(Source: hojisitas-deactivated20140618)

thesubbburbs:

Probably the worst types of people are the ones that shut you down to make themselves look cooler than you, for example if you get excited and squeal and they’re like “woah what was that..” or if you talk loudly because you’re passionate about something and they say “relax dude wow” and then give a look… Like fuck off stop trying to act so cool and collected. You don’t seem more mature you just seem fucking boring and monotonously placid.

(Source: toreytomsovic)

theblueboxonbakerstreet:

curiousgeorgiana:

theladyofthorns:

#a man did not think this through

#a man looks at his life #a man looks at his choices

Anonymous sent: You do realize that you're a whore right?

spicy-vagina-tacos:

Then where the fuck is all my money

(Source: blackmamba112)

neptunain:

"GENTLEMEN, WE ARE AT WAR WITH TROY AND MUST NOT DROP OUR GUARD AT ALL"

"sir, the enemy gave us a giant wooden horse"

"oh rad bring it in"

(Source: clasicia)

thranduskul:

pikkabite:

Thomas Sanders as Fix-It Felix for Halloween!

holy shit that’s actually fix it felix

damedonger:

accomplishment: making a cat sound at a cat and the cat makes a cat sound back

scandalousadventures:

This line in my textbook makes it almost worth the $160 I spent on it

(Source: birdcult)

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’