Tony: where’s the kid?
Steve: and where the hell is Lang?
Peter and Scott [driving past them inside a toy car]: wooooo
I told my father about how everyone on tumbler seems to love shakespear, and he got exited and was happy to hear that this youth can apreciate his work, and he started to say some deep stuff about it.
I didnt had the heart to tell him about how it realy goes here.
I fixed it
If those fears for monsters in the dark are made up, then why is everyone scared for it
Cursive
Me: Im not that traumatised
Also me when I have to call in sick for internship even tho I know damn well they are all nice people: they're gonna hate me. I am going to fail. I have to rehearse what I am going to say 493910393929 times or I'll die. Okay so I know I can barely stand up but do I Realy need to stay home? This is it, I might as well drop out of school. They're gonna tell me I'm a disappointment and they never want to see me again.
Internship: oh yea, sorry to hear that, get well soon!
Me: *confused* where is the hate
"This reminds me of the time we said goodbye, under the pink sky"
Good find on Facebook
I have a love hate relation with myself. Like i'll be looking at a trashcan and tell people it has acomplished more than me and 5 seconds later i'll have a 5 hour lecture on why im the only perfect human being ever.
I was nicely laying in my bed when i felt something tickeling my arm. So i thought: hey what is this weird feeling lets check it out. So i took my phone and turned my flashlight on. Turned out there was a FUCKING BEAST IN MY BED, WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET IN MY BED!!!! THIS IS ILLEGAL SAMANTHA!!!! THIS IS RAPE.