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soundlyawake:

he has no idea

(Source: gloomyteens, via pizza)

Timestamp: 1398210634

soundlyawake:

he has no idea

(Source: gloomyteens, via pizza)

ghostsfacer:

ghostsfacer:

what if people got a new name every birthday

what if the name represented how old you were, like every 11 year old was named Josh

"I had my first kiss when I was Greg"

this wasn’t supposed to get notes

(via falloutboyer)

thechelby:

zecretary:

OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY Y EYE I JUST MISTOOK ANOTHER STUDENT FOR A TRASH CAN AND THREW MY TRASH AT HER THIS IS THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT OF MY LIFE

but not as embarrassing as getting mistaken for a trashcan

(via orgasm)

jackbarakatofficial:

ALL TIME LOW ARE ONCE AGAIN DOING THE BRA DONATING PROJECT WHERE FOR EVERY BRA THAT GETS THROWN ON STAGE, THEY DONATE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MONEY TO BREAST CANCER. DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT ALL TIME LOW ARE A BAND WHO “DON’T CARE” OR THAT ANY OF THEIR MEMBERS DON’T EITHER BECAUSE THAT IS A HELLA LOT OF MONEY GOING TOWARDS A GREAT CAUSE THANK YOU GOODNIGHT

(via falloutboyer)

bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

(via dizzyhurricane)

Timestamp: 1398210144

bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

(via dizzyhurricane)

sweeneyway:

to join the black parade

(Source: ogallure, via joshpeck)

Timestamp: 1398209974

sweeneyway:

to join the black parade

(Source: ogallure, via joshpeck)

rnessage:

getoffmybloghoe:

rnessage:

ICED TEA IMPORTED FROM ENGLAND

LIFE GUARDS IMPORTED FROM SPAIN

towels imported form turkey 

and turkey imported from maine

wheres your passion

(via dizzyhurricane)

relahvant:

GODDAMIT MR NOODLE

(Source: buzzfeed, via pizza)

Timestamp: 1398209856

relahvant:

GODDAMIT MR NOODLE

(Source: buzzfeed, via pizza)

hellabloggin:

oh how the mackles have mored

(via hotboyproblems)

(Source: togifs, via hi)

Timestamp: 1398209729

(Source: togifs, via hi)

bible-jpg:

i just realised jesus faked his death for more followers

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