is this ahs coven
i could not consciously go to bed tonight without reblogging this
i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming
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 :~)
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
no offence but it’s my birthday
I can never get any work done
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
if i ever stop reblogging this it’s because i’m dead and in my grave.
My dad is actually the villain from despicable me.
this is amazing
Details of Hands by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780-1867)
when the bae is horny but u sleeping
IT WAS THE FLORAL PANTS SELFIE OF URS I knew we would be friends one day from that