we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and the way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
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it gets funnier every time
It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
|—||Boonaa Mohammed (via keyfacts)|
"don’t touch the bottom guiz pretend it’s hot lava"
My brother and his best friends last names are Weinberg and Weiner so they’re next to each other in their yearbook and LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID I AM SUCH A PROUD BIG SISTER RIGHT NOW
NASA astronaut Leland D Melvin with his dogs Jake and Scout
all restaurants are drive-thru’s if you drive hard enough
i need 7 billion arms so i can punch everyone at once
So you want to punch all the babies, sick, elderly and coma patients? I see.
actually 2 billion of those punches were for you
nobody in college gives a shit ive seen peope walking to class in heavy snow in sweats and a tshirt and flip flops ive seen people wear studio headphones in lecture ive heard so many professors curse its really some next level shit and high school did not prepare me for it
I was not prepared for university particularly this one lecturer that would slip in a photograph of fisting into presentations to check we were paying attention