I used to think that if I wanted to make friends with someone, I had to like the things that they liked, even if I didn’t want to. I would change who I was to suit someone else’s idea of a good friend. What no one told me was that it was okay to just tell people what I liked. And it was even…
He was at Disney today with his family and she loaded them onto Autopia. WAHHHH I mean.. she said he was in the back of his group the whole time and was incognito BUT STILL SHE WAS LIKE 5 FEET AWAY FROM HIM AND HE KNOWS SHE EXISTS IN THE WORLD…. All this happened while I was taking a nap.
6 degrees of separation?… this means I’m practically family now right!?
so I ended my english presentation with “these fatal flaws brought macbeth to his macdeath” and at least 60% of the class groaned
photo from Dana Rogoz’s whimsical wedding. more here
You guys, I know tumblr kinda glorifies sitting in your dark bedroom on the internet all day, not exercising or hanging with friends or eating healthy, we all joke about it, but honestly, you will be so much happier if you don’t do these things. Go outside, even if it’s just taking your computer…
It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.
This may have just changed my life.