When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
We are all Mark Hoppus, Mark Hoppus is us
Blink 182 // Always
people who are at Reading and Leeds fest rn
The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical
"One day in the subway, James saw a red cat with a wound to the leg that likely resulted from a fight with another cat. It was obvious that the cat needed help. James could not pass and took the cat to the vet. With a little medical treatment and prescription drugs, the cat quickly recovered. At that point, James found it impossible to say goodbye to Street Cat Bob. Bob followed James everywhere he went. As James played the guitar on the street and Bob sat nearby, revenues increased dramatically. People found it difficult to pass when they looked at the cute kitty. James went on to write a book describing their adventures in the street which was full of life – both dramatic and comedic. In the book, James says that he could not have imagined how meeting Bob would change his life. His friendship with the cat healed him from a life that had been very hard. Most likely, if Bob could speak, he would say the same thing.”
Um, so here is a book I am going to go BUY… NOW.
When people constantly tell me “old movies are boring.”
"Old movies aren’t funny because they don’t swear."
"There aren’t any cute guys."
"Are you trying to be a hipster or something?"
"its in black and white"
"There’s bad acting"
"the story is pointless"
lets not forget about Cary Grant
I have finally found the most perfect post in the history of Tumblr.
Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass
#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was