BEST FUCKING POST EVER
In the end, everyone grows up. Except for one,
Gramercy Townhouse by Fractal Construction
The glass curtain wall was fitted with tiny diodes, which are invisible by day but glinting at night.
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Old Woman working in the streets to make a living. :(
Why do I even bother with the likes of you.
My abs are like the wind; you can’t see them but I can feel them and I know they’re there
(Source: nickandrigeltrytogetlessfat)
life is like a box of chocolates
in the middle of it, you realize you’re fat and no one loves you
(Source: ourbedroomafterthewar)
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ok… really? the person who made this seriously needs to retake kindergarden. really? really?
Did you know?
When someone makes a post like this and claims it to be a fact, they’re thought of to be stupid. Also, ANIMALS DON’T HAVE ANY ACCESS TO A COMPUTER WHAT SO EVER!
I thought she was being sarcastic but then she messaged me:
Oh.
That’s just sad.
“Can I get yo number? Can I get yo number? Can I get yo number?”
Works like a charm.
ahahaha the picture and the comments. so awesome
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“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but
you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay?“I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right? That’s wha everybody wants, Nicky.
They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.” | Thom, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist (2008)
