if ur hair covers ur boobs u have mermaid hair and u are a mermaid i dont make the rules
As a man with a hairy chest, I was very, very confused by this post for about ten seconds.
You are a mermaid, sir
She looks dumb as hellit’s more embarrassing that they’re still together
why do they look so happy to be there? they standing out in the mall with big ass grins on their faces like “haha aren’t we a cute couple? this is the third time my boyfriend fucked another girl so i had to get creative with the punishments.” she’s dating a dude who not only cheated on her but has the worst taste in shoes of any human being to ever live
I have 4 personalities:
1. When I’m alone
2. When I’m around friends
3. When I’m around my parents
4. When I’m around someone I like
why wasn’t sympathy vs empathy ever explained to me as “that sucks vs i feel u” because that’s literally the best way to explain it
i will never get over this
why is “in cahoots with” not a relationship option on facebook
derek “i’m not having your shit” hale
movies that don’t have music playing in the background a majority of the time feel so awkward and uncomfortable
maybe this is why life is awkward and uncomfortable a majority of the time
there’s no background music
Everything makes sense now.
aND THAT’S WHY WE FEEL BETTER WITH HEADPHONES ON ALL OF THE TIME
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
of dead and living. Not the intense moment
isolated, with no before and after,
but a lifetime burning in every moment
and not the lifetime of one man only
but of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
a time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
when here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
here or there does not matter
we must be still and still moving
into another intensity
for a further union, a deeper communion
through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
the wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
- T. S. Eliot
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here].
yes please send me one please