Shea svvords is the greatest person ever

Liam amoyed is my best friend and I love him I killed a man
natalietranlikesmariahcarey:

is this ahs coven

natalietranlikesmariahcarey:

is this ahs coven

reginasmom:

i could not consciously go to bed tonight without reblogging this

reginasmom:

i could not consciously go to bed tonight without reblogging this

spagheteen:

i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming

moseby:

you can’t rely on other people to make yourself feel good about yourself or to make you happy!!!!!! it’s unfair on them and on you!!! :-) think more positively about yourself and the things you can do and maybe you will start to feel happier inside :~)

just-laff:

egberts:

if i ever met a genie i wouldnt wish for a million dollars id wish that whenever i bought something i’d always have the right amount of money to pay for it in my pocket

you are one of the great thinkers of our time

contraception:

no offence but it’s my birthday

awwww-cute:

I can never get any work done

awwww-cute:

I can never get any work done

gooftroopin:

me:

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you:

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ccesamestreet:

spydercyde:

obsessionthenarglesmademedoit:

But why the last one thoughwhat am I not getting

I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years 

Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)
After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.
One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description) 
She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.
Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.
Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..
And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.


Excuse me what is wrong with number 3

ccesamestreet:

spydercyde:

obsessionthenarglesmademedoit:

But why the last one though
what am I not getting

I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years 

Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)

After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.

One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description) 

She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.

Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.

Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..

And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.

Excuse me what is wrong with number 3

okay goodnight you guys are honestly such a hilarious group of people have great days tomorrow sweet dreams

fingerbacksnap:

if i ever stop reblogging this it’s because i’m dead and in my grave. 

lolsomeone-actually:

brainoverbones:

My dad is actually the villain from despicable me.

this is amazing

mademoisellelapiquante:

Details of Hands by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780-1867)

orbem:

when the bae is horny but u sleeping

orbem:

when the bae is horny but u sleeping

u followed me (i think) and i thirst followed u back

IT WAS THE FLORAL PANTS SELFIE OF URS I knew we would be friends one day from that