June 2013
i say “omg” too much omg
omg look i did it again
omg
- before running: AW YEAH LET'S DO THIS
- during running: i hate my life i hate my life my legs hurt and i can't breathe and i have 2 miles to go and this song sucks
- after running: YEAH BITCHES THAT WAS AMAZING
decomposing is a great way to lose weight
one of my friends noticed a mosquito had landed on his bicep so he flexed and the rush of blood to his biceps muscle filled up the mosquito so much it exploded and to this day it’s one of the most badass things I’ve ever heard
I’m sorry dad we can’t live here anymore there is a bug in here
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
—(via livefrompyongyang)
the first gay ppl were probs like hey no homo but then they were probs like actually yah homo
i dont understand how some fries can be longer than the average potato
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via ksvbi)
i love you jofus and idc if you stalk me and read this
You never really
know someone
until you’ve read
what they write
at 3 AM when
loneliness
consumes them
but does not
destroy them
“Will your pretty face be anything but food for worms and insects in the grave?”
—Abdulbary Yahya (via muse)
lol
*makes hannah montana scene transition noises during sex*
