Will never not reblog
No. This is the wrong place to put it. If you want a goddamn page for your brother then make a fucking page. Don’t go to the page of people that are grieving for their loss and bitch them out for it, it’s not their fault that your brother did not get as much attention. Thousands of bullied kids and thousands of people who commit suicide don’t get famous facebook pages. The more important question is if they fucking need one because they’re dead. They killed themselves and bitching out a facebook page won’t change that. My grandfather committed suicide and he doesn’t have a fucking facebook page, in fact most of his family thinks he died in his sleep. But you know what? I made my peace with that. Because giving him a facebook page won’t change the fact that he’s dead.
this game was banned in my school because people would just play it over and over again in the library
motherfuckin thank you
this would be really fucking cool if my arrow keys would fucking work.
THIS IS PERFECT
THIS FUCKING GAME
a boy in my tv production class refused to sit down during a lockdown drill because “fuck you i just bought these shoes, I’m not scuffing them up and these jeans are new too”
he ended up sitting on one of his friends in order to keep his precious shoes and pants clean
one of these bottles it from today
the other one is from last year
im either going to get a mouthful of delicious coke or a mouthful of regret
OH GOD INSTANT FUCKING REGRET
why didn’t you check the expiration date?
To the tune of “Do you want to build a snowman”
Because if this isn’t perfect I don’t understand the levels you need for perfection
I will be writing a sociological research paper about the effects of the lyrics in Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines.
Please reblog this if you are a female who finds the lyrics of this song offensive or upsetting.
My parents think she is hideous and now I feel alone on my opinion that she’s beautiful.
she’s freaking adorable and her eyes are just perfect
The girl who was my elementary school girl friend just got engaged and I’m sitting here single wearing a pug shirt and hamburger underwear
Just remember, u r someone’s dream girl
I’m a boy
Tumblr has made us forget that some people are actually straight