fruitbat46:

my ideal weight is the weight of me holding eight puppies

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fifty-shades-of-irony:

Gordon Ramsay only has two emotions

  1. I’M ONLY TRYING TO FUCKING HELP YOU SO FUCKING LISTEN!
  2. No  no shhhh I was only trying to help please don’t cry.

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spenceromg:

I hate it when netflix pauses and asks me if im still watching like yeah you actually think i got up and started doing something with my life bitch put my show back on

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robdelaney:

bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

This made me cry. I’m reading Mother Night right now. I love him so much.

glamorouskarkat:

hearing noises when ur in the shower

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sniperj0e:

"date a girl who reads!!", "brainy is the new sexy!", "bigger books are better than bigger boobs!"

oh shut the fuck up

date a person who makes you smile, who makes you snort soda out of your nose and still thinks your laugh is cute

not based on how many john green novels they’ve read or episodes of sherlock they’ve watched you petty little fucks

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ralndrops:

"Maybe if you went to sleep earlier you wouldn’t be so-"

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holysimba:

Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you

*goes home and cries*

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