I'm not a good hippie, but I try to be.
Also, I really like sitting.
Chocolate | The 1975
We go where nobody knows
Guns hidden under our petticoats
MAYBE if u didn’t want ur son to EAT poeple u shouldnt have named him something that rhymes with cannibal u should have name him hegetarian or something
i want to get so good at giving sly digs that you dont even realize i insulted you until like a week later when you randomly start crying while eating breakfast
SAY IT WITH ME
- the mitochondria are not “deep”
- the mitochondria are not “quirky”
- the mitochondria are the fucking powerhouse of the cell
- STOP ROMANTICIZING MITOCHONDRIA
King of France: and why the fuck would we send money and assistance to those resisting their sovereign??
Advisor: well it would be a big 'fuck you' to England
King of France: send funds to America
Uncle: are you texting a boy?
Uncle: why not??
Me: boys are gross
Uncle: *sarcastically* you a lesbian?
Me: *doesn't look up from phone* yeah
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Don’t bother. Just look life dead in the eye, staring, and as your own eyes start to water, take a huge bite out of one of the lemons. Let the juice cascade down your chin and onto your clothes. Be stained with the lemon juice. No matter how sour the lemon is, keep staring at life. Let life know that you eat raw lemons. Let life know who’s boss. It’s you. You’re the boss now. Life won’t mess with you again.