“When I’ve thought about him dying - which admittedly isn’t that much - I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass - our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use the root system not only to understand one another but to become one another.” - Quentin Jacobsen, Paper Towns.|
~ Currently reading: Gone, Michael Grant
I’m an extrovert, I like to gesticulate and talk loud and stuff, and the theater is easy for me.
how do mermaids have babies
do you think the people who play teletubbies feel horny on set sometimes
why didn’t tarzan have a beard
how many things are there
when you hear everyone flipping the test page over but you’re still on question 2
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell
I will never not reblog this
The fiercest bender of them all
I find to hard to believe that every character who ever digs up a grave does so in a perfect rectangle.
im looking at you dean Winchester.
“Whys that girl wearing a jumper 10 times too big for her?” Cus I’m at fucking college, not a Victoria’s Secret fashion show you dumb twat.
GET IGNORED SO MUCH BITCHES CALL ME TERMS AND CONDITIONS
at least you get accepted no matter what
that’s the most uplifting thing i’ve seen all day
your bra strap is showing please hide it because it is suggestive. also your boobs are producing lumps in your shirt please hide them. your butt is in the same situation please get rid of it. also your legs. your arms. your face.
I can see your feet and it’s very distracting and slightly arousing.