filet mignon: ignore the taco stain

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

some people think life is like a roller coaster but my life is more like one of those rides that spin really fast so you’re pinned to the wall and can’t do anything about it

unshaped:

"you can’t copy my homework because our teacher will know that you copied it from me"

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tonyballer:

have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. 

toopaletofunction:

staythatswhatimeanttosay:

One nation, under Canada, above Mexico.

with liberty and justice for some 

classicaloboist:

Here we are, mes amis, the very essence of Javert. Captured in one paragraph.

classicaloboist:

Here we are, mes amis, the very essence of Javert. Captured in one paragraph.

dunshine:

i pretend to be punk rock but im really just a vaguely emo indie pop kid who loves fall out boy a lot

The Brittany winking thing that's she's apparently no longer meant to do. I'm so lost on this whole thing
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bechloehuh:

Ohhh. Well.. dude, have you seen Brittany Snow winking?

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Pretty sure that it should be illegal.

And I can, like, breath through my nose around around you.

cramp:

allergies are just natural selection’s way of saying “you gotta go son”

theheroofstupidity:

islamicbutterflies:

I don’t get help because I am the helper.
I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.
I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

More on this.
At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.

theheroofstupidity:

islamicbutterflies:

I don’t get help because I am the helper.

I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

More on this.

At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.

fvckyeahannakendrick:

LOL!

cheese3d:

i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs

lesbianwarriors:

This is either a gay wedding or a straight one with a selfish groom

lesbianwarriors:

This is either a gay wedding or a straight one with a selfish groom

chromeofficial:

college application: worth 10 goats on howmanygoats.com

college: ur in