pregnat4:

my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment

joshpeckofficial:

yeah that’s true, but is it tru

I hate it when a student asks a legit question because theyre confused and the teacher treats them like an idiot like no wonder students don’t want to ask questions

myindiangenocide:

how many chainz could 2 chainz chain if 2 chainz could chain chainz

burgerkid:

burgerkid:

burgerkid:

Who does a pharaoh talk to when he’s sad?

His mummy.

i lost 10 followers already

humorking:

"im sorry but i’m breaking u…"

image

officialputin:

putins-boyfriend:

putins-girlfriend:

yourtubes:

reblog if your url represents who you really are 

I am really Putin’s girlfriend

then we have a problem

I can explain it

trashboat:

i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap

It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
― July 7th (via la-m0rt)
We had galaxies between us and you still needed space.
― Ten Word Poem ( )
We read to know we’re not alone.
William Nicholson, Shadowlands (via teenager90s)