i had no idea this site cost 1.1 billion i bet its because of my blog
THIS IS SO CUTE I NEED TO PUNCH A WALL TO FEEL MANLY AGAIN
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend
The joke “Seven Eight Nine” becomes paradoxically terrifying if you are a Whovian.
The sync for the second gif is really remarkable.
what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too
calm down satan
Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing
total lunar eclipse at 6:06 am pst. last one until 2014
Tumblr was on the news this morning. They said that Tumblr is a bad place because it ‘promotes self harm’ they said because of the whole thigh gap thing going on. They said that Tumblr only has skinny, almost anorexic girls. Please, we’re all obsessed with bands, food, porn, and gay fictional couples.
everyone fucking reblog this
Clearly they don’t have a tumblr.
Guys please reblog.
1k notes will not stop this person from killing themselves. Notes are not a symbol of care and love, they are just numbers. i mean let’s be completely serious right now… if a person was that unhappy to want to kill themselves off, wouldn’t they rather just do it now? and what would happen on june 6th? are we FOR SURE that this person will not go through with the suicide?
yes the post would have the notes, they would probably feel happy that a person gave them 5 seconds of care, but afterwards they would forget all about this person they have saved and go back to their regular blogging lives.
it’s not about the notes, if this person really needed help, love, or care. they would find it and not rely on a handful of numbers..
I do understand that completely, but if this is what they want, and this is what they need to stop them. Then I’m willing to give them this, or atleast try. I’d rather be safe, than completely blow it off and have that person feel even more shitty because no one gave a damn to even try.
just please the notes may not stop them from ever commuting suicide but it may stop them until someone can help them. just please I’m trying to do whatever I can to help this person because if they die its my fault.
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.
Still no Oscar.
Leo’s entire film career of unrelated projects has better continuity than Glee.