Junge, Tragen Sie Padmes Kleid Normalerweise In Ihrem Matheunterricht Um 7 Uhr Morgens. Hören Sie Auf,

All results, standings, and penalties cease to matter when the mariachi F1 theme is playing

Is it so wrong to read a book purely for the chance to be in on the jokes, for the chance to be apart of a group of people that you have never and will never meet. I want to get the joke and be in the group. I want to be one of you, for if I am you, I need not be myself. Therefore, I read the book.

"My child is completely fine."

Sir, ma'am, your child's favorite trope is found family. Her most searched tag on ao3 is hurt/comfort. Just the fact that she's on ao3 should be proof enough. All of her favorite books, fanfics, and other forms of stories, involve the main character having severe trauma and them being comforted by a non blood related person. She was one of those kids who wished for bad things to happen to her so she would be "hurt enough" to be comforted. But sure, she's completely fine

I support Max's right and wrongs. Yes, right now there are a lot more wrongs than there are rights; I'm still rooting for him. He could rob a bank and still be completely babygirl in my eyes

Did I have to braid my hair today? No. I did it anyway. Did I get mad when it didn't look how I pictured it in my head? Yes. Did I redo it until looked like the picture? Yes. Does it look like the picture? No one can be quite sure

"The ships hung in the sky much in the same way that bricks don't" yes, for everything. Anything that could ever happen, could happen much in the same way that bricks don't, even if bricks do.

Cogito, ergo quack quack

Jannik Sinner is so cool, I wish tennis was real

I like this hill; I think I'll die on it.

I don't know who I would be today if I had never read Flowers for Algernon. If my soul had not been crushed on that fateful day when I finished the book, I fear I would've ended up a monster with no hope of ever changing. I would give almost anything to read that book for the first time again. Nothing in this life or the next will ever live up to the anguish I felt reading that last page. What a beautiful feeling it was.