Monday, May 28, 2012

my mum and dad make such a big deal out of the fact that i like to read a lot.

and i’m like “things could a be a lot worse.”

i mean i could be a crack head or a belieber or something…

(Source: wondering-in-a-waiting-room)

chekhov:

what gives gays the authority to claim rainbows

richwhitelesbian:

girl, if i could rearrange the alphabet, i’d put U and I near the end and put all the cool letters like X and Z and R at the front

(Source: peetababy)

richwhitelesbian:

if animals don’t want to get eaten why are they made out of food

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does. Hazel Grace Lancaster “The Fault In Our Stars” by (John Green). (via cheriegabriella)

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phlynn:

i cant wait for beliebers to grow up, look back and cringe

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