ruinedchildhood:

WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THIS EVER

Dalton Mathattoni

thisisntdalpunrapunttonisblog:

im5-official:

thisisntdalpunrapunttonisblog:

im5-official:

thisisntdalpunrapunttonisblog:

im5-official:

thisisntdalpunrapunttonisblog:

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i- He keeps it real

Are you on the math team?

NO THE MATH TEAM IS FOR NERDS AND I’M NOT A NERD I DIDN’T MEMORIZE THE QUADRATIC FORMULA TO “SOULJA BOY” IN MY FREE TIME WHAT

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO MEMORIZE IT WITH POP GOES THE WEASLE.!!!

WELL EXCUUUUUUUUUUUSEEEEEE ME

But I still love you

Even if I was on the math team and the academic team?

i was in the “mathletics” club in high school i have no shame

willamsherlockscottholmes:

I will never understand why it’s okay for a boy to be 160 lbs but a girl will never say she’s 160 lbs even if the boy and girl are the same height

pardon u

catholmes:

demet3r:

the-trench-coat-fandom:

captainsbooty:

captainsbooty:

captainsbooty:

what if we’re all characters in a book

WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING

guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough

and when you’ve had a sense that you’ve been through a certain day or moment before, it’s cuz the author is re-writing the same part of the story, just with better context

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Dude, my author fucking sucks. 

lsdzeppelin:

giving guys boners is empowering and nothing else matters 

tarassein:

stunningpicture:

Lions pretend to be hurt by the bites of their young to encourage them.

this put the biggest smile on my face

tarassein:

stunningpicture:

Lions pretend to be hurt by the bites of their young to encourage them.

this put the biggest smile on my face

meowneko:
A Life in Fast Forward

Glasses for your eyesight
Surgery to change your face
Tattoos cover scars
Pills change the nutcase

A man to a woman
A woman to a man
If you don’t like your life
you can change your plan

Now for your age-
The only thing that’s unchangable
Being young, does not mean
That you are unable
Now a child with the mind
of those who are grown
Wanders the park
He can not be his own

The number of days
You have been on this earth
Doesn’t tell who you are
Only the day of your birth

The age that you are
Doesn’t measure your wisdom
Just as where you end up
Doesn’t tell where you came from

The young can not fly
When their wings are ready
The wait to go
Makes their wings too heavy

The young in the cages
Please set them free
Don’t force their eyes shut
When they can already see

Althea Grover, 2014

that-punk-5er:

daltenoutoften:

im gonna post some poetry if thats ok. If it’s not ok, fuck y’all.

it’s okay c:

aww thanks bby

im gonna post some poetry if thats ok. If it’s not ok, fuck y’all.