He also hung out with prostitutes and prisoners, immigrated illegally, didn’t speak English, frowned upon laissez faire capitalism, and advocated love and acceptance for all. Oh and he wore what by modern standards we’d pretty much call dresses and Berkenstocks.
(Source: vladith, via theshimmydean)
(Source: a-r-t-b-i-t-c-h, via fight--dinosaurs-save-the-world)
A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
(via tommilsom)
One of my favorite posts on tumblr
this is perfect omg
I’d love to do this.
(via theflowerandthethorn)
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
(via jingle-mae)
HOW DO YOU MAKE A GUY
connor-sexonlegswithahat-temple:
thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend:
My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.
I love this fandom.
what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too
calm down satan
Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing
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