Basically the gods looked down on college students, saw that the large majority of them were dying of starvation before they could complete their degrees, and created ramen in order to fix this problem.
February 2012
January 2012
WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER!
STAND A LITTLE TALLER
DOESN’T MEAN I’M LONELY WHEN I’M ALONE
WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES A FIGHTER.
FOOTSTEPS EVEN LIGHTER
DOESN’T MEAN I’M OVER CAUSE YOU’RE GONE
WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER, STRONGER
JUST ME, MYSELF, AND I
So, I got cold, right?
A normal person would go and turn the heat up, or go get another blanket.
But not I.
Instead, I crawled over to my closet and pulled on some warmer clothing…
- Gray knee socks.
- Teal sweatpants.
- Dark gray legwarmers.
- Green shorts.
- Red tie-dye long sleeve shirt.
- Purple Snoopy t-shirt.
- Super loose gray shirt.
I look absolutely fucking ridiculous-
-BUT I AM WARM.
there comes a moment in every girl’s life when she says to herself
i read some fucking weird fanfiction
what if when glee ends they won nationals and everything and everyone thinks it’s over but mercedes just says out of nowhere that she hates everyone and kills them all and sings a dream girls solo over the dead bodies of the mckinley high glee club and it fades to black
what the fucking hell
veraamber asked: HAPPY LATESY BIRTHDAY DEAR
#you already wished me happy birthday thouogh
yeah but SO
I CAN WISH YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN CAN’T I
no cough syrup
you are not ‘grape flavoured’
have you ever tasted a grape
you taste like death and the tears of small children
not fucking grape
the death and the tears of small children tastes BETTER than cough syrup okay
so my parents are watching Contagion, right? and I watch the first five minutes of it and I realize that it’s EXACTLY like Outbreak except newer and without a monkey, Morgan Freeman, and a higher budget
NO IT’S NOT
GODDAMMIT MADDY
- when something makes me happy: omg
- when something makes me sad: omg
- when something surprises me: omg
- when something makes me mad: omg
- when exclaiming something to my god: omg
- omg: omg
6 stages of fangirling
- discovery
“who is that sex god and why haven’t i noticed him/her before”- research
“i have to find out everything about him/her omg what is his/her full name what is his/her birthday do you think s/he has a wife/husband does s/he have children does s/he like jam does s/he like cats i wonder what photos there are of him/her is s/he even real omg”- obsession
“i love him/her so much omg what you like him/her too no you can’t have him/her s/he’s mine no i must collect everything relevant to him/her i need it all s/he’s mine MINE”- plotting
“hello google can i have a recipe for the strongest love potion in the world thank you or can you just give me a list of ways to successfully seduce a wo/man that’d be great”“- depression
“i hate you you’ve ruined my entire life why are you so perfect why don’t you know me why does everything suck omg my life is over and it’s all your fault”- acceptance
“i have accepted that i will never know you but i will continuously love you and i am okay with that”
Reblog if you have in any way been emotionally ruined by British television
