i’m The Bitch that checks her grades in the club
when i was a baby i thought big words and oxford commas and kcup coffee machines make u smart. you know what makes you smart? loving ur friends.
WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN : // a used up bullet casing // the aftermath of something lethal // an echo of inflicted evil
I just laughed SO FUCKING HArd
[Video ID:
A person labeled "Ghost" walks up to a person labeled "Deaf Person". The Deaf Person looks up at the Ghost.
The camera dramatically zooms in on the Ghost's face and they say, "Boo."
The Deaf Person simply gives them a blank stare and a blink.
The Ghost looks at the Deaf Person in confusion for a moment, then says, "Oh," and signs B-O-O.
The Deaf Person leaps backwards in fear with a lot of camera blur and a loud thump.
End ID.]
reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
I scrolled passed then I felt guilty
Me too
TRANSIENCE
[noun]
the state or quality of being transient; lasting for a short time; temporary; ephemeral; not lasting, not enduring; impermanent.
Etymology: from Latin transiēns - going over, from transīre - to pass over.
skin color ref because some of yall non-black poc and whites keep fucking up as if yall don’t know there’s other shades of brown when u racebend for woke points or something
(non-black artists please reblog)
Please reblog regardless of your race/ethnicity.
heres a chart I made for myself showing diffrent undertones and how that affects the skin if anyone’s intrested
Use this to make a skin palette in your art program!
“I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.”
— The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via wnq-movies)
I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time
hello i just finished my first week of night shifts as a stage carpenter and i am Tired
“You’re pretending like everything is okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb. Like, it’s great, like we’re in love and we’re partying. Yeah let’s party, huh? Party, we’re partying. This is bullshit.”
Harry for The Face Magazine, photographed by Collier Schorr
I love how the romantics were unable to tell if they were feverish or experiencing an (1) emotion.
Reblog if you, too, are either feverish or experiencing ONE emotion (and do not know which).