poppyslovingyou:

imploding-with-feels:

midget-banana:

mysearchforself:

pregnantmales:

why wasnt i a part of this

IM STILL LAUGHING OVER THIS IT’S BEEN A DAY

what is this even from

THE PINK ONE IS SO INTO IT

WHAT IS THI S OMFG

but the real question is where can i watch this

this post gets me through everything

I 100% laughed out loud and woke up my cats.

oh come one that blue ones not even tryign

the orange one isn’t even doing it right

the brown one before the pink one on the left omg I am crying

LINK

best 4 minutes of my life

Just imagine being a parent in the audience trying to watch the tall yellow one or the light blue short one

I would never have been more proud of my child in my life!!

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desmondkilometers:

do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”

(Source: antivanitas)

"One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?"

Steve Maraboli (via phantogrampandora)

(Source: psych-facts)

"People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious."

Carl Jung (via ii-sm)

(Source: stxxz.us)

Things I Say While I'm Driving

  • Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
  • Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
  • Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
  • Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
  • Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
  • Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
  • Me: /dinosaur screams/

Van Houten,
    “I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.  (Okay maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.)  Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten it’s triumphant. It’s heroic.  After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose the ones you hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. 

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