So what if I started a new tumblr...
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So what if I started a new tumblr...
....over here?
I do this every morning getting ready for school.
first rule of tumblr: always reblog our Creator
how to get the d
i think i don’t want it anymore
President Elmo on the phone with the Pentagon today.
This makes my life worth living tbh.
Delivering a pun so horrible it warps back around to being awesome like only Sesame Street can.
if you try to tell me cold doesnt have a smell you’re wrong
when its really cold you can literally smell how cold it is
SWEET JESUS
SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS
OH MY GOD.
I TELL PEOPLE THAT IT SMELLS “SHARP” WHEN IT’S COLD AND PEOPLE THINK I’M FUCKING INSANE.
DEAR CHRIST
telling a rude joke but the whole class laughs
#IT’S A POOL TABLE
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD OMG JUST WAHT
PE is 5% exorcise and 95% embarrassment
what kind of gym class do you have that exorcises their kids
You do realise you can actually still be a fan of somebody even if they sometimes say or do shit that makes you angry or simply fuck up from time to time?
If you couldn’t be, we’d probably be well-rid of any person to love and admire, because I doubt there’s a single person...
If authors were lovers in the same style as their writing:
Wilde would whisper flowery sweet nothings in your ear during foreplay but then have his very dirty way with you
Fitzgerald would spend like an hour bragging about how good he was and then come much too soon
Shakespeare would make up positions on the spot but they’d be awesome
Doyle would please you once and then complain when you kept asking him to do the same thing over and over again
Hemingway would explain in no uncertain terms exactly what he was going to do, and do exactly one very simple act, but goddamn if it wasn’t the best time you’ve had in years anyways
Joyce would take FOREVER but eventually satisfy you
Rand would make you do all the work yourself
Poe would cry
POE. WOULD. CRY.
Kafka would leave you wondering what the hell just happened and unsure of whether or not you liked it
close enough