this is the single saddest post I have ever seen on tumblr.
I relate so much
i posted this as a joke why does it have 3,000 notes and hipster urls everywhere it was probably a homeless crack addict who got hold of a spray can
Well maybe because to some people it does mean something. I reblogged it and then read your comment and it means something to me because I dropped out of school freshmen year and would be graduating right now. Just because it’s a joke to you, doesn’t mean it is to everyone.
#3 so fucking douchey goddamn
i tried to draw a flower
but i am
On the London Underground … RIP Robin Williams.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Rest in peace.
- Parent: what does a cow say?
- Baby: "moo!"
- Parent: yes! And what does a sheep say?
- Baby: "baah!"
- Parent: yay! And what does a pig say?
- Baby: *whistles* "damn babygirl u a fine piece'a ass wanna hop n my car n ill drive ya to pound town!!"
🐬 (at Mylopotas Beach)
A starter salad, (deconstructed). Olive oil and balsamic vinegar, pecans, spinach, spring onion, celery, peas, cucumber, lemon, cracked pepper, green apple and qi’a. Part of a series.
Ivy Castle Walls, Margam, Wales