You see people with the presents you give them. A sweater they’ll wear, or a book they’ll talk about. Cards are weird because you can pour out an immense amount of time into making something really special, and you never end up seeing it ever again. You could spent an eternity and a half, crafting your love into some paper form, just to send it off into the abyss. As far as you know, once you give it to the person and leave their presence, the card ceases to exist. 

Or it exists in a shoebox in a closet for a few decades.

blackstanlee:

bromofasho:

nigga-chan:

nicoosuxx:

remember when they were going to censor the internet

remember when white people cared about kony 

Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?

Occupy Wall Street

(Source: sweatymannipples1993)

If someone came up to me like, ”Hey, I wanna eat off of the little metal trays on your stove-top that are there to catch grease and crumbs and shit.”

I’d be like, ”Go for it, because those are SPARKLING, BITCH.”

Anna Cleans Goddamn Everything 2012

If anyone were to come up to me like, “Hey, where’s your eighth grade history journal?,” or “Where’s your ticket stub from when you saw Benjamin Button back in 2008?,” I’d be like “BOOM. Right here in this box. Better luck stumping me next time, BITCH.”

That’s how clean my room is right now. Seriously.