Aspiring to be something. Or someone, preferably. Selective anglophile. Reveur, directioner, potterhead, etc and constantly dreading social escursion.
SMELL LIKE A MAN
SPORT SCENT SO EVEN WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEANED AFTER SPORTS YOU STILL SMELL LIKE SPORTS
SMELLING LIKE SPORTS MEANS YOU ARE A MAN BECAUSE ALL MEN PLAY SPORTS AND IF YOU DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE SPORTS SMELL YOU NEED TO MAN UP!
SMELL LIKE YOU CAN MAN AND ALSO LIKE YOU CAN SPORTS
Men don’t even do laundry, though.
we will now that we can do MAN LAUNDRY with SPORT BOUNCE
"Look out at this sand. If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed. Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.
"I don’t know… I can’t tell."
"That’s right. For all you know, it could be infinite. With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."
I looked over to her. She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple. I suppose I was too.
"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me.
"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.
"Date a girl who reads books. For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand."
She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers. I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture.
"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.
"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water. Let us drink from it together."
"What the hell," I said.
what the fuck
Always reblog lol
Have you guys never seen the original Starbucks logo? It’s still up at the first store in the Pike Place (which isn’t actually the first store, but shhhh)
YEP, THERE YOU HAVE IT
Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart, then they have to deal with the bees.
Hanging out with the breeze and it’s telling me about the rain coming from off and over the sea. Not pictured is the Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale I’m guzzling to win myself over.
did i ever tell u guys i had a rapping phase in 6th grade and i memorized the entire 3rd verse in love the way u lie to impress people and i was confident as hell so i asked people during recess who wanted to hear me rap and my crush said “i do” and i was like fuk and i was like “alright!! haha!!! :)” and i started rapping the whole thing and in the middle of the verse he looks up and walks away and to this day i cant listen to love the way u lie without crying